Pedro Cardin - Tropical Storm lyrics

I call these rappers baby seals
'cause they club you to death
I could call em' Navy SEALs
'cause they government feds
What become of the vets? They
Drugged up, they fucked up, they in debt
There ain't no love and no
Respect, it's like a gang
It's like a club or a set
Hip hop's the new WWF
What do you rap or do you
Wrestle' niggas love to forget
We got til it's gone, you think you on
You still hustlin'? Backwards
Your topical norm a tropical storm
It's a fuckin' disaster
Back to the topic we on
It all startеd at Rawkus
They couldn't find the words to describе me
So they resort to the shortcuts
Is he a backpacker? Is he a mad rapper?
An entertainer or the author
Of the last chapter
We living in these times of love and cholera
Synonymous with the apocalypse
Look up the clouds is ominous
We got maybe ten years
Left say meteorologists, shit
We still waitin' for the
Congress to acknowledge this
You ain't promised tomorrow
So get your paper up (word)
You can't always just borrow
And asks for favors, bruh
(nah) stand on your own two
Never covet thy neighbor's stuff
Karma's a bitch so watch your
Mouth and what you sayin', bruh
I start a conversation based
On general observation
Hip hop is not a nation
Take it to population
Niggas got a lot to say when
Locked inside the belly of Satan
Awaitin' trial, debatin' how the hell I got
Placed in this system am I a victim or just
A product of indoctrination?
They exploit it and use me like
A movie with product placement
You hear the congregation ' this
Is the hostile gospel

What the people want? Please deliver us
We wanna live it up, please, deliver us
Th-th-this is the, th-th-this is the
This is the hostile gospel
I'm reaching through the fire please
Deliver us
You preaching to the choir please, deliver us
Just keep it real with us

And what the people say? We wanna live it up
And what the people want? Please deliver us