Olskool Ice-Gre, Kanye West - Brigade Level Formation lyrics
Kanye West/Ye [Kanye Omari West] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Olskool Ice-Gre, Kanye West - Brigade Level Formation lyrics]
Finally, someone is here (Ha ha ha)
To free you from all of the tough talk
(No more tough talk)
And unnecessary bore-ish
(yeah, we know what it is)
A good doctor (Yes, yes)
See, I've been huffing and
Puffing long enough
While y'all been and ducking like
That ain't rough enough
While I been grinding and building
To wake up the children
From lies, there's truth in their eyes
We gotta fill 'em with the knowledge
I was born to reach the depths of your soul
With this rhythmic speech
That's why I gotta do what I gotta
My life is a saga
I hustled yesterday like it ain't no tomorrow
So holla, if you ready for change, mindstate
To give you something that fathom your head
Ain't no hickey it's that
Sickley up for freedom
Come we the chosen for this musical path
Thought-provoking is the basis for draft
Join all in, children, women and men
We gon tighten up our boots
And march till it ends
Come on, left, right, right, left
We go left, right, right, left
Come on left, right, right, left
We gon tighten up our boots
And march till it ends
Come on, left, right, right, left
We go left, right, right, left
Come on, left, right, right, left
We gon tighten up our boots
And march till it ends
This a story about a bad girl
That used to be good
A miseducation of Lauryn that
Stayed in the hood
See she probably could have
Made it in Hollywood
But she was misguided, misled
And misunderstood
She wanted her baby dad with
Good hair like Blair Underwood
And push a whip with twelve
Cylinders under the hood under the truth
Now she got six kids to feed under her roof
She didn't want her daughters to end
Up in the same position
So she named one Hope
Named the other Ambition she ain't wanna
But the problems with poverty left
Them with no choice
Then one got locked, then one got popped
It's like they snatched her
Soul in an instance don't worry mom
'cause Minister Farra-Kan' got your soldiers
In prison thinking totally different
Come on, left, right, right, left
We go left, right, right, left
Come on left, right, right, left
We gon tighten up our boots
And march till it ends
Come on, left, right, right, left
We go left, right, right, left
Come on, left, right, right, left
We gon tighten up our boots
And march till it ends
It's a reason that I'm touching y'all
Hope it reach you, Olskool for the kids
Ice-Gre for his people
I knew I couldn't rhyme about slanging dope
And I refuse to write a rhyme
About the price of my coke
And I ain't never gon' brag
How I roll the boat
No disrespect to the ones that do
That's just you
So ain't no need to write a rhyme
This is far from hate
'Cause if you check my deck
I prolly got your tape
But that's the beautiful part about rap
We got a voice
And the beautiful part about life
We got a choice
I choose to put it down, I be deep in thought
So if you like my talk, then talk that talk
And if you like my walk, then walk that walk
And if we all stand tall
We won't come up short
Revolution starts in the mind and then
We gon tighten up our boots
And march till it ends
Come on, left, right, right, left
We go left, right, right, left
Come on left, right, right, left
We gon tighten up our boots
And march till it ends
Come on, left, right, right, left
We go left, right, right, left
Come on, left, right, right, left
We gon tighten up our boots
And march till it ends
Yeah, Chicago holla at you boy
Englewood's finest
To free you from all of the tough talk
(No more tough talk)
And unnecessary bore-ish
(yeah, we know what it is)
A good doctor (Yes, yes)
See, I've been huffing and
Puffing long enough
While y'all been and ducking like
That ain't rough enough
While I been grinding and building
To wake up the children
From lies, there's truth in their eyes
We gotta fill 'em with the knowledge
I was born to reach the depths of your soul
With this rhythmic speech
That's why I gotta do what I gotta
My life is a saga
I hustled yesterday like it ain't no tomorrow
So holla, if you ready for change, mindstate
To give you something that fathom your head
Ain't no hickey it's that
Sickley up for freedom
Come we the chosen for this musical path
Thought-provoking is the basis for draft
Join all in, children, women and men
We gon tighten up our boots
And march till it ends
Come on, left, right, right, left
We go left, right, right, left
Come on left, right, right, left
We gon tighten up our boots
And march till it ends
Come on, left, right, right, left
We go left, right, right, left
Come on, left, right, right, left
We gon tighten up our boots
And march till it ends
This a story about a bad girl
That used to be good
A miseducation of Lauryn that
Stayed in the hood
See she probably could have
Made it in Hollywood
But she was misguided, misled
And misunderstood
She wanted her baby dad with
Good hair like Blair Underwood
And push a whip with twelve
Cylinders under the hood under the truth
Now she got six kids to feed under her roof
She didn't want her daughters to end
Up in the same position
So she named one Hope
Named the other Ambition she ain't wanna
But the problems with poverty left
Them with no choice
Then one got locked, then one got popped
It's like they snatched her
Soul in an instance don't worry mom
'cause Minister Farra-Kan' got your soldiers
In prison thinking totally different
Come on, left, right, right, left
We go left, right, right, left
Come on left, right, right, left
We gon tighten up our boots
And march till it ends
Come on, left, right, right, left
We go left, right, right, left
Come on, left, right, right, left
We gon tighten up our boots
And march till it ends
It's a reason that I'm touching y'all
Hope it reach you, Olskool for the kids
Ice-Gre for his people
I knew I couldn't rhyme about slanging dope
And I refuse to write a rhyme
About the price of my coke
And I ain't never gon' brag
How I roll the boat
No disrespect to the ones that do
That's just you
So ain't no need to write a rhyme
This is far from hate
'Cause if you check my deck
I prolly got your tape
But that's the beautiful part about rap
We got a voice
And the beautiful part about life
We got a choice
I choose to put it down, I be deep in thought
So if you like my talk, then talk that talk
And if you like my walk, then walk that walk
And if we all stand tall
We won't come up short
Revolution starts in the mind and then
We gon tighten up our boots
And march till it ends
Come on, left, right, right, left
We go left, right, right, left
Come on left, right, right, left
We gon tighten up our boots
And march till it ends
Come on, left, right, right, left
We go left, right, right, left
Come on, left, right, right, left
We gon tighten up our boots
And march till it ends
Yeah, Chicago holla at you boy
Englewood's finest