D Smoke - D Smoke Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #097 lyrics
[D Smoke - D Smoke Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #097 lyrics]
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See I grew up in a town where everything red
Follow up a brother
Word up everything he said
Money over bitches thinking everything bread
In reality were hand me downs
Cause everything shared
Sidewalk dribbeling over chalk scribbling
Outlines of bodies we found time to party
Like it's 1999
Long before that boy was conscious
And inclined to garvy society is sickened
Sobriety is the prescription
Creatively impaired
Why niggas scared to be different
Underexposed, overstimulated children
Are born target to market employs
Intellect rarely employed
Make decisions based on indigenous wisdom
They take away our freedom and
Give a nigga religion
But still we built the kingdom
Working with minimal resources
And still we rep our colors like ooh ah
Fuck a mixtape boy this a album
A little bit more huey than malcolm
A little bit more malcolm than martin
But we ain't fucking with
Condolezza or sharpton
I'm a release an album that'll
Probably incite a riot
Probably inspire kids to become
A fighter of apartheid
And that shit's gonna slap to the
Masses go out and buy it
We got a fascist in office
That's better in coffin
Cuttin medicare why the veteran's coughin
Finding employment is like finding
A laker in boston you can remain dormant
Waiting for saviour in office
While I get out get up and get something
Give myself reason to celebrate
When the shit get bad stay
At peace and meditate
And when my family gather
Around we can elevate
Shine in their face, ey
Even though they can't stand it listen
El presidente no vale verga
Estoy prisionero en un pais lleno de mierda
Construido en las espaldas
De nuestras abuelas
Morenitas bonitas dobladas la tela
Nos quitaron cultura, y nos dieron las reglas
Nuestro poder no se puede medir con la regla
Hablo la mente pa la gente con las quejas
Bajo gravedad los dedos nunca tocan la meta
Cocaina en las venas, se sienten antenas
Pistola en la mano llena de balas
Mientras que las sirenas llaman
Disparos gritan de anojos se queman
Dejan rallas los jovencitos como una zebra
Pero los leones estan casando en la selva
Hablando de la verdad uno sabe donde llega
Me arranco no quiero ser
Un blanco del sistema
Tiro ganchos mientras que
Estoy peleando contra
Cualquiera persona nunca tengo miedo compa
Porque la muerte es la unica cosa
Que me puede introducir a mis dioses
Los pinches idiotas creen que
Me pueden controlar
Por medio de las leyes pero solo sigo god
Inglewood
See I grew up in a town where everything red
Follow up a brother
Word up everything he said
Money over bitches thinking everything bread
In reality were hand me downs
Cause everything shared
Sidewalk dribbeling over chalk scribbling
Outlines of bodies we found time to party
Like it's 1999
Long before that boy was conscious
And inclined to garvy society is sickened
Sobriety is the prescription
Creatively impaired
Why niggas scared to be different
Underexposed, overstimulated children
Are born target to market employs
Intellect rarely employed
Make decisions based on indigenous wisdom
They take away our freedom and
Give a nigga religion
But still we built the kingdom
Working with minimal resources
And still we rep our colors like ooh ah
Fuck a mixtape boy this a album
A little bit more huey than malcolm
A little bit more malcolm than martin
But we ain't fucking with
Condolezza or sharpton
I'm a release an album that'll
Probably incite a riot
Probably inspire kids to become
A fighter of apartheid
And that shit's gonna slap to the
Masses go out and buy it
We got a fascist in office
That's better in coffin
Cuttin medicare why the veteran's coughin
Finding employment is like finding
A laker in boston you can remain dormant
Waiting for saviour in office
While I get out get up and get something
Give myself reason to celebrate
When the shit get bad stay
At peace and meditate
And when my family gather
Around we can elevate
Shine in their face, ey
Even though they can't stand it listen
El presidente no vale verga
Estoy prisionero en un pais lleno de mierda
Construido en las espaldas
De nuestras abuelas
Morenitas bonitas dobladas la tela
Nos quitaron cultura, y nos dieron las reglas
Nuestro poder no se puede medir con la regla
Hablo la mente pa la gente con las quejas
Bajo gravedad los dedos nunca tocan la meta
Cocaina en las venas, se sienten antenas
Pistola en la mano llena de balas
Mientras que las sirenas llaman
Disparos gritan de anojos se queman
Dejan rallas los jovencitos como una zebra
Pero los leones estan casando en la selva
Hablando de la verdad uno sabe donde llega
Me arranco no quiero ser
Un blanco del sistema
Tiro ganchos mientras que
Estoy peleando contra
Cualquiera persona nunca tengo miedo compa
Porque la muerte es la unica cosa
Que me puede introducir a mis dioses
Los pinches idiotas creen que
Me pueden controlar
Por medio de las leyes pero solo sigo god
Inglewood