E-Dubble - Alive Til' I Die lyrics

I'mma talk that shit why? Cause
I'm alive 'till I die
Hands in the sky cause I'm just so high
Drink beers why? Cause, I'm alive 'till I die
Life's too long give the kids a couple years
Get 'em high why? Cause they're
Alive 'till they die
They're never going to live if
You never let 'em try
Get 'em high why? Cause you
Always sell 'em lies
Fill up a cup with something stupid and
We sip it till it's dry

Redundant, rhetorical, rhymes metephorical
Carbon and bohrium, science is adorable
When humans are babies they're
Really just trainees
Figure out the hustle so they don't seem lazy
Crazy and desperate looking upset
Always let shit go 'till it turns to a mess
It's fucked up and painful them
Little things change you
Chained to the common definition of an angel
You're never going to make it just accept it
So you try to live a life
Where you don't regret shit
Moving rocks to the top of a mountain
Just to throw ‘em back down
And when you get knocked down
Pull your ass back up life's tough
But that ain't no reason
For cheating fake freedom keeping
Them heaters tucked in your tool-belt if you
Really wanna be rough
Figure out how to squash pride even a punch
Can give you jail time that's
Why I studied up
How to live life between the
Lines till Armageddon comes if it does
Scratch that verse I will have guns
Mad Maxin' motherfuckers til'
The spaceship comes

When the sun goes down and
The girlies get dressed up
I'm dressed down with my
Homies getting messed up
Pre-game, pre-fame, so we drink shit beer
But, I guarantee you're going to
Hear about us this year
Six white boys trying to make noise
With enough street cred that we
Could sleep with toys
I’m not Mike D or Ad-Rock
But while it’s safe to bet
We can be your Hip-Hopper
Ugh Like my name is Frank White
My guttural noises have got
You saying "that’s tight"
Slap a hater like my name is Bob Knight
And with a hand this big
You'll be saying good night
Good night to the dicks: O'Reilly and Imus
Hip-hop lives, and you'll never out shine us
Flip flop kids with the hookahs and binders
Back-street peeps and the D-BOYS like us
That's a cool group, and we're a sweet team
And if you really like us
You should join the street team
All you gotta do is send me an e mail
With a poorly drawn picture of a naked female
And you're in

Hip-hop is good i’ll 2Pac your hood
With "thug life" on my belly
Cause I signed with Suge not really
But my feeling is I probably could
Cause, I could serve Snoop at rapping
And at fatherhood
No disrespect meant no dis-service done
Just nervous lip service from
A disgruntled dunce
I walk through the valley of
The shadow of life
Realised I gotta spit cause
I'm really too nice
Hiding talent from the masses
Reclusive Marshal Mathers is a sin
But I'm an atheist so you can do the math
Addition of the shit
And calculus might be a bitch
If you master binary then you’re
Going to be rich control the fucking robots
Master all the pop songs
People in your pocket praying
That you last long
Two thousand and eight they've
Been hiding their faith
When the real deal shows up
They'll hate on the fake
Hypnotized too long by the loudest hammer
The kick and the stand mesmerized like Obama
The can-speak scares peeps like Osama
Think without re-pub that we
Gon' get hammered
It's all intertwined, and all on the line
You can buy the used book and
Still read it just fine
Politics is entertainment
The music is politics
But, it's all bullshit so please
Don't follow it come on!