DJ JS-1, Sabac, Slaine, Sick Jacken - How We Think lyrics
[DJ JS-1, Sabac, Slaine, Sick Jacken - How We Think lyrics]
Street kid royalty, kings cause the loyalty
Don’t rat, don’t dime
Reap what the spoils be
Hoping that the cops and the
Feds keep ignoring me
If they ask questions you can bet
That’s when my lawyer be
Small minds checkmate
The pigs trying to get him and arrest?
Pharmaceuticals to get my head straight
My mind open, psycho when I put the coke in
That’s why I sound a little strange
When my words are spoken
Laws are broken by the token crime often
Nine times out of dimes rat
Chime with the square motion
And so the game’s changed from shooty range
To shooty? to feds to paperwork
That’s full of names
That’s why I’m on a solo tip
Cause the one-sided gun don’t flip
That’s just my new shit
Though the concept of my crimey is behind me
You can still find me in the
Presence of a sick army
Do I gotta play the role just to be liked?
Get yours, I’mma get mine
That’s why I write the shit
I write in my raps
You know how we think, I’mma get mine
Rap, hip hop, underground, mainstream
Get yours, I’mma get mine
That’s why I write the shit I write my raps
You know how we think, I’mma get mine
I paint a picture of the streets
Heroin fiends and thieves
With rotted teeth in the alleys
When they spotted police
I’m the rowdy cry of addiction
And the voice of despair
Like the hope that burns inside em
Put the noise in his ear
Like beside him full of poison with
His boys out of lock up riding beside him
Riding and dying hard in the iron
I’m the poster child for
White America gone wrong
Before you figure me out I’m long gone
They call me Slaine cause I speak through
The dying eyes of a wise soul
That cries cold through each
Story that I’ve told crafted in my fabric
I’m not just rapping to music
Apparently what’s happened: I have
Captured a movement
Splashing the absolute juice
Through intrusive truths
I’m the old fashioned new sense
Of a nuisance’s noose
They’re calling out for help from the
Heart of the youthless youth
That’s what happens when you stop
Just doing you for you
Do I gotta play the role just to be liked?
Get yours, I’mma get mine
That’s why I write the shit
I write in my raps
You know how we think, I’mma get mine
Rap, hip hop, underground, mainstream
Get yours, I’mma get mine
That’s why I write the shit I write my raps
You know how we think, I’mma get mine
I’m all about the people and progression
Porn flicks and politics
A lot of it’s ironic
Got a long list of followers
With silencers attached
They shoot up the house
It’s pure chaos like the cover
Of The Future Is Now
My goons move in a crowd
Keep it under control then BP your bitch
Feed her things and plug up her holes
At my shows grown folks throw
Their sets in the air
I’ve been with fans smoke boges
Drink Mexican beer al-Jahir, Al-Jihad
Do you believe in the god?
I’m aware I strand somewhere between
The seas and the stars
Police in their cars playing games
Of evens and odds and creep in the yard
Now you leaving bleeding with scars
I speak these bars to escape it
Fuck the fake shit i hate it
I wanna shapeshift that digging
In a crate shit
My patience and kindness turned
Hatred to violence i pray for the day
We read sacred environments
Do I gotta play the role just to be liked?
Get yours, I’mma get mine
That’s why I write the shit
I write in my raps
You know how we think, I’mma get mine
Rap, hip hop, underground, mainstream
Get yours, I’mma get mine
That’s why I write the shit I write my raps
You know how we think, I’mma get mine
Don’t rat, don’t dime
Reap what the spoils be
Hoping that the cops and the
Feds keep ignoring me
If they ask questions you can bet
That’s when my lawyer be
Small minds checkmate
The pigs trying to get him and arrest?
Pharmaceuticals to get my head straight
My mind open, psycho when I put the coke in
That’s why I sound a little strange
When my words are spoken
Laws are broken by the token crime often
Nine times out of dimes rat
Chime with the square motion
And so the game’s changed from shooty range
To shooty? to feds to paperwork
That’s full of names
That’s why I’m on a solo tip
Cause the one-sided gun don’t flip
That’s just my new shit
Though the concept of my crimey is behind me
You can still find me in the
Presence of a sick army
Do I gotta play the role just to be liked?
Get yours, I’mma get mine
That’s why I write the shit
I write in my raps
You know how we think, I’mma get mine
Rap, hip hop, underground, mainstream
Get yours, I’mma get mine
That’s why I write the shit I write my raps
You know how we think, I’mma get mine
I paint a picture of the streets
Heroin fiends and thieves
With rotted teeth in the alleys
When they spotted police
I’m the rowdy cry of addiction
And the voice of despair
Like the hope that burns inside em
Put the noise in his ear
Like beside him full of poison with
His boys out of lock up riding beside him
Riding and dying hard in the iron
I’m the poster child for
White America gone wrong
Before you figure me out I’m long gone
They call me Slaine cause I speak through
The dying eyes of a wise soul
That cries cold through each
Story that I’ve told crafted in my fabric
I’m not just rapping to music
Apparently what’s happened: I have
Captured a movement
Splashing the absolute juice
Through intrusive truths
I’m the old fashioned new sense
Of a nuisance’s noose
They’re calling out for help from the
Heart of the youthless youth
That’s what happens when you stop
Just doing you for you
Do I gotta play the role just to be liked?
Get yours, I’mma get mine
That’s why I write the shit
I write in my raps
You know how we think, I’mma get mine
Rap, hip hop, underground, mainstream
Get yours, I’mma get mine
That’s why I write the shit I write my raps
You know how we think, I’mma get mine
I’m all about the people and progression
Porn flicks and politics
A lot of it’s ironic
Got a long list of followers
With silencers attached
They shoot up the house
It’s pure chaos like the cover
Of The Future Is Now
My goons move in a crowd
Keep it under control then BP your bitch
Feed her things and plug up her holes
At my shows grown folks throw
Their sets in the air
I’ve been with fans smoke boges
Drink Mexican beer al-Jahir, Al-Jihad
Do you believe in the god?
I’m aware I strand somewhere between
The seas and the stars
Police in their cars playing games
Of evens and odds and creep in the yard
Now you leaving bleeding with scars
I speak these bars to escape it
Fuck the fake shit i hate it
I wanna shapeshift that digging
In a crate shit
My patience and kindness turned
Hatred to violence i pray for the day
We read sacred environments
Do I gotta play the role just to be liked?
Get yours, I’mma get mine
That’s why I write the shit
I write in my raps
You know how we think, I’mma get mine
Rap, hip hop, underground, mainstream
Get yours, I’mma get mine
That’s why I write the shit I write my raps
You know how we think, I’mma get mine