CunninLynguists - Valley of Death lyrics
CunninLynguists [Deacon the Villain, Kno, Natti] Lexington, Kentucky, U.S. 🇺🇸
[CunninLynguists - Valley of Death lyrics]
Now I seen obscene times before
This Hip-Hop game came
Like the cops that checked me
Left me in mate
To a system where Gingerbread
Men are to overbake
Put to work in the dirt for
A buck and quarter a day
Choppin' down trees for the
Next prison that's made
And separate us from slaves with
Thirty dollars in pay
The jailer got a tailor and an F250
Standin' on Dirty Acres
Feelin' goddamn filthy natti stands for his
Suckers crawl for others
Understand the biz, I suffocate undercovers
Cause somebody gets paid
Our lemons are simply beginnings
My sweat been the sugar
In some cracker's lemonade
Got my brother in Baghdad
Hands clenchin' grenades
While we hustle like house niggas
Try'na buy chains
Back asswards for try'na buy change
I'mma walk through the Valley and
Rally through my pains, nigga
I'mma wear your confederate flag
And be a rebel
Burn this witch down, Gretel with heavy metal
Cancelled, for pissin' on our
Hopes and esteems
Since I's a youth seen it scenic
Like they broke in my dreams
Weave it together
I need all the yarn you can swing
From filthy farms we learned about what
Type alarm you can ring
Are you gon' listen? It seems the
Only sense you got is vision
And since we shed our senses now
The sense is steady slippin'
And since we stopped our youth
From prayin' senselessness is livid
And the rich don't really give a fuck
Cause they don't gotta live it
I see hard livin' e'ryday
You never payed a visit
To ya'll the 'hood's a museum
In truth we just exhibit's
In truth we just some digit's
A means to an end
By any means from out KY we gon' win
Since ya'll won't listen
I oughta use fists in place of my pen
So then maybe all this shit'll sink in
Dwell in the Valley of Death
Fell in the pit's it holds
Been to the mountain top where
Streets are paved in gold
But, I know "Only God can put out our flame
Until then we gon' face our pain"
And I know "Only God can put out our flame
Until then we gon' stake our claim
On these Dirty Acres"
This Hip-Hop game came
Like the cops that checked me
Left me in mate
To a system where Gingerbread
Men are to overbake
Put to work in the dirt for
A buck and quarter a day
Choppin' down trees for the
Next prison that's made
And separate us from slaves with
Thirty dollars in pay
The jailer got a tailor and an F250
Standin' on Dirty Acres
Feelin' goddamn filthy natti stands for his
Suckers crawl for others
Understand the biz, I suffocate undercovers
Cause somebody gets paid
Our lemons are simply beginnings
My sweat been the sugar
In some cracker's lemonade
Got my brother in Baghdad
Hands clenchin' grenades
While we hustle like house niggas
Try'na buy chains
Back asswards for try'na buy change
I'mma walk through the Valley and
Rally through my pains, nigga
I'mma wear your confederate flag
And be a rebel
Burn this witch down, Gretel with heavy metal
Cancelled, for pissin' on our
Hopes and esteems
Since I's a youth seen it scenic
Like they broke in my dreams
Weave it together
I need all the yarn you can swing
From filthy farms we learned about what
Type alarm you can ring
Are you gon' listen? It seems the
Only sense you got is vision
And since we shed our senses now
The sense is steady slippin'
And since we stopped our youth
From prayin' senselessness is livid
And the rich don't really give a fuck
Cause they don't gotta live it
I see hard livin' e'ryday
You never payed a visit
To ya'll the 'hood's a museum
In truth we just exhibit's
In truth we just some digit's
A means to an end
By any means from out KY we gon' win
Since ya'll won't listen
I oughta use fists in place of my pen
So then maybe all this shit'll sink in
Dwell in the Valley of Death
Fell in the pit's it holds
Been to the mountain top where
Streets are paved in gold
But, I know "Only God can put out our flame
Until then we gon' face our pain"
And I know "Only God can put out our flame
Until then we gon' stake our claim
On these Dirty Acres"