Milan Records, Vultcha, Kev Roc, Rodan, MF DOOM - Anti-Gravity lyrics

Every day, we walk the same street
The same corner that smells of St ides
Simply staying alive
We see the world through the same eyes
The daily question’s what we got
Have or have not
If you ain’t out to get mines
Then I’m out to get ours use no
Excuse to be sour black people
Used to be power, quick with a fist
Now who cowers? See po-po every
Hour they know the spot
Like, "Who doesn’t?" Over my
Block, steady buzzing, and I know that
They know who runs it but they ain’t
There when the guns lift well, let me
Pack a steel weapon in leather
Coat when I’m stepping, and I get
Frisked down, patted
Slapped with fake charges and questioned
We’re here to live, we forget it
So all my kid beef got deaded i got no time
For who said it
Drive-by with TECs and jetted
Never been caught or arrested
So God-blessed plus repented
When evil thoughts was invented
Return to sender with vengeance in every
Ghetto and jungle, they keep
The wisdom that humbles, so Shaitan
May make me stumble
My foundation can’t crumble we ain’t
Racist but we ain’t-gravity
‘Cause these streets can’t hold
Me down, I’m carefree, and if
You ain’t trying to win, then it must be me
And there’s no place I’d rather be

Yeah, no limit edition
Life under condition, let it
Escape by morning shots, rhymes
Have risen our right to blossom
Charge the harvest I plot, accounts
Be dysentery, none of them
Ill ideologies sterile, don’t give
A care of how you bust it down
Or how you made your bail kemetic in origin
Thus highly advanced my psyche
Every direction, record label rap
Wrap more flavors than Nike so many
Different dues in this
I got a refund coming in

Flashing godbody members resembling powers
By birthright
Meticulous flows maintaining and kept
The verse tight, representing
Two-thousand bare-knuckle flavors taste mine
Animating air molecules through sounds
Like a bassline record labels waste time eye
Industrial, rocking Casbah, spitting
Plasma, verbally giving microphones asthma
Lyrical jabbing ya
Pugilistical rhyme cannibal swinging
A one-two piece
Cracking both of your mandibles we ain’t
Racist but we ain’t-gravity
‘Cause these streets can’t hold
Me down, I’m carefree, and if
You ain’t trying to win, then it must be me
And there’s no place I’d rather be

First, they be making excuses
Holding the knot to our nooses numb from our
Gins and our juices, proud to be
Wild like a deuce is, though inside
We be crying, weakness
Screw-facing and eyeing, staring at fear
At least trying, stereotypes multiplying
Creating
Surround-sound, sheep-cloning unleashed on
Every downtown
Uppercuts in the budget keep us
KO’d and knocked down
But still alive like our hopes and never
Drop like the soap ‘cause every
Champ had to struggle to get
Up off of these ropes

Give me a challenge, combo left-right
Balance keep him on his toes with flows
Erupt violent
Volcano hot-molten, twenty-four karat golden
With different techniques passed
Down from the
Olden days and times take a hit, they not
Fazing mines he came with
These most amazing rhymes
Look like he got hit by a razorback see
This is no
Player’s trade like playing freeze tag
Stuck with a razorblade we ain’t
Racist but we ain’t-gravity
‘Cause these streets can’t hold
Me down, I’m carefree, and if
You ain’t trying to win, then it must be me
And there’s no place I’d rather be