K-Rino - Trapped in the World lyrics

[K-Rino - Trapped in the World lyrics]

What up
Edgar Lee? What are we gonna do about
These boys, man? We gotta
Raise their consciousness level, fool
(Knowledge and wisdom) Know what I'm sayin'
These boys runnin' around out here, trapped
In the world
They caught in they own mindstate
(Back in the game) , livin'
In that fantasy land, not
Knowin' that there ain't no love in this
Society for the none of us, man, so we
Gotta pull together on these
Fools i'm through
Talkin', so say what you gotta say, boy

There's twelve devils on the jury
And me on the stand
I'ma try to pull a move up
In this bitch if I can
K-Rino the aggravated mercenary MC


Picture seven loaded weapons and
Six aimin' at me
But them hoes ain't got the water
'cause I'm jackin' the boat
'Cause the one that was remaining
It was here in my coat
If I bust 'em I could make it
If they lock me up tight
Watch my spirit leave the jail and
Kill a ho every night
I got partners in the county
A couple in the pen two or three I know I
Ain't gon never see again
But, it's cool 'cause I understand
The days and the time
They'll release the body but
Incarcerate the mind
But the mind gains knowledge
Knowledge it design

Drown myself in wisdom just to
Keep me in line
But after thinking I'm alive
Motherfuckers still dying
So, who gon be the killer?
Who gon be the weak?
Who gettin' kicked off in they ass
Right now as we speak?
Each second I'll be moving
Hyperspeed so I'll laugh
'Cause every million fuckin' years you move
A inch and a half

Some be havin' knowledge
Some thinkin' the worst
Niggers think hood gods conquer the universe
A mind like a killer
Got nuts like a squirrel
You ain't gotta go to jail
'cause you're trapped in the world

Come and see, look at me the gravedigger
Programmed to punish the
Ingorant enslaved nigga
Pissed-off, unstoppable
Fully equipped clicker
Colors infused on a jugular, ripped quicker
K-Rino the wrecker, attacks unrelenting
Fuck every president from
Washington to Clinton
If I meet a mother fucker and
I think he a hater
I whoop his ass off the top
To keep from doing it later
See I gotta check the head
Then resurrect the dead
Hit the spot and check the lead
Edgar Lee collect the bread
Aight, it ain't no coming back
From drama in flight
Higher level lyrics I write to
Free my people overnight

Some be havin' hope, some thinkin' the worst
Niggers think hood gods conquer the universe
A mind like a killer
Got nuts like a squirrel
You ain't gotta go to jail
'cause you're trapped in the world

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