Dilated Peoples - Trouble lyrics
[Dilated Peoples - Trouble lyrics]
Just to be like this i look for trouble
If that's what you wanna call it
(I don't look for trouble
I'm already trouble)
Vampires feed on flesh blood
Money runs the show
Fuck how they feel about it
Seen the waves come and go
But watch yo step with this warm
And critic sound their horn
They'll throw flowers at your feet
The roses with the thorns
Marathon tours, learned to maintain my pace
Generations sacrificed for the paper chase
And I ain't talking age
But they will respect my space
Old cats put in a home
Young cats put in their place
We get high, this my sworn in statement
Hand on the good book is more than makeshift
I never lie on any people are places
Bagging a chick or rocking on these stages
There's no such thing as half way aces
Inside and outside the box it's placement
Didn't grow up in the hood, adjacent
But close enough to hear
The ghetto bird awaken
Hands up! (Trouble) 3 of the 1 of a kind
That means trouble
You don't have to look for it
To find you're in trouble
Don't start none, there won't be no trouble
I'm already on the double
Trouble's nothing new
About to burst out this
Bubble I'm accustomed to
Straight out the W, do unto others
Do not stay in a box
Not until the day they cover you
I'm covered plenty here
Movement of the shutter slow
A blurry image at the finish
When I cut a rope and I ain't cutting dope
But I'm known for something great
Some known for treble up
Some known for pumping bass
Heavy hands knock the image
Out with steady cams
Rakaa chanting "Z's up!"
Amateurs just freeze up
Mad craze like Harmanov
Kids get your problems solved
Spit it so Kalashnikov, spill it so Molotov
I'm Kasparov slash Pavlov to these lap dogs
Yapping under tables or staring
Hoping that scraps fall
Checkmate savage, war chest in the cabinet
I'm so adjective that I verb nouns
Imagine it
If that's what you wanna call it
(I don't look for trouble
I'm already trouble)
Vampires feed on flesh blood
Money runs the show
Fuck how they feel about it
Seen the waves come and go
But watch yo step with this warm
And critic sound their horn
They'll throw flowers at your feet
The roses with the thorns
Marathon tours, learned to maintain my pace
Generations sacrificed for the paper chase
And I ain't talking age
But they will respect my space
Old cats put in a home
Young cats put in their place
We get high, this my sworn in statement
Hand on the good book is more than makeshift
I never lie on any people are places
Bagging a chick or rocking on these stages
There's no such thing as half way aces
Inside and outside the box it's placement
Didn't grow up in the hood, adjacent
But close enough to hear
The ghetto bird awaken
Hands up! (Trouble) 3 of the 1 of a kind
That means trouble
You don't have to look for it
To find you're in trouble
Don't start none, there won't be no trouble
I'm already on the double
Trouble's nothing new
About to burst out this
Bubble I'm accustomed to
Straight out the W, do unto others
Do not stay in a box
Not until the day they cover you
I'm covered plenty here
Movement of the shutter slow
A blurry image at the finish
When I cut a rope and I ain't cutting dope
But I'm known for something great
Some known for treble up
Some known for pumping bass
Heavy hands knock the image
Out with steady cams
Rakaa chanting "Z's up!"
Amateurs just freeze up
Mad craze like Harmanov
Kids get your problems solved
Spit it so Kalashnikov, spill it so Molotov
I'm Kasparov slash Pavlov to these lap dogs
Yapping under tables or staring
Hoping that scraps fall
Checkmate savage, war chest in the cabinet
I'm so adjective that I verb nouns
Imagine it