Reflection Eternal, Res - Too Late lyrics
[Reflection Eternal, Res - Too Late lyrics]
Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump
Like it's way crunk, yeah
Fake punks get they face lumped
Sent to the most high, by the most fit
You gotta do, fuck that almost shit
The fam is close knit you diggin'
Know the clock don't stop tickin'
Glocks still spittin'
The whole block politickin'
Like presidents with they minds
Dead on arrival leaving no evidence of a
Struggle for survival
Songs relevant to the times like the
Psalms read in the Bible
Stepping to this leaves thoughts in
Your head 'it's suicidal'
It's the T to the A-L-IB the deep rooter
Rolling with my wanna battle
Cats who chief buddha
And see through the overspecialized
Underpressurized no lie texturized
Emcees who got the masses mesmerized
With empty rhetoric, they better quit
Niggas so hollow that they
Echo like sentiments
Nowadays rap artists coming half hearted
Commercial like pop
Or underground like black markets
Where were you the day Hip-Hop died?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Kwa is chillin', Tone is chillin'
What more can I say, we stay building
And make killings
Take children through the wilderness
By the hand it's a great feeling
Show 'em how to be a man
Exactly, pack trees in my khakis
My sound fat like a Neve while
You thin like a Mackie
C'mon, shine so bright when I walk by
You got ta squint like the
Motherfucking sun in your eye
What! Say somethin, you stay frontin
It ain't nothing
Let off like I'm big game hunting
Me and Tek stay way blunted
Wave running on beaches with white sand
With a slight tan
Smack the mic stand with my right hand
When I'm excited
Leave you so far in the dust
That you forced to bite it
On fire like property lost to riots
Yo, ain't no stopping us when we all united
Nowadays rap artists coming half hearted
Commercial like pop
Or underground like black markets
Where were you the day Hip-Hop died?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Like it's way crunk, yeah
Fake punks get they face lumped
Sent to the most high, by the most fit
You gotta do, fuck that almost shit
The fam is close knit you diggin'
Know the clock don't stop tickin'
Glocks still spittin'
The whole block politickin'
Like presidents with they minds
Dead on arrival leaving no evidence of a
Struggle for survival
Songs relevant to the times like the
Psalms read in the Bible
Stepping to this leaves thoughts in
Your head 'it's suicidal'
It's the T to the A-L-IB the deep rooter
Rolling with my wanna battle
Cats who chief buddha
And see through the overspecialized
Underpressurized no lie texturized
Emcees who got the masses mesmerized
With empty rhetoric, they better quit
Niggas so hollow that they
Echo like sentiments
Nowadays rap artists coming half hearted
Commercial like pop
Or underground like black markets
Where were you the day Hip-Hop died?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Kwa is chillin', Tone is chillin'
What more can I say, we stay building
And make killings
Take children through the wilderness
By the hand it's a great feeling
Show 'em how to be a man
Exactly, pack trees in my khakis
My sound fat like a Neve while
You thin like a Mackie
C'mon, shine so bright when I walk by
You got ta squint like the
Motherfucking sun in your eye
What! Say somethin, you stay frontin
It ain't nothing
Let off like I'm big game hunting
Me and Tek stay way blunted
Wave running on beaches with white sand
With a slight tan
Smack the mic stand with my right hand
When I'm excited
Leave you so far in the dust
That you forced to bite it
On fire like property lost to riots
Yo, ain't no stopping us when we all united
Nowadays rap artists coming half hearted
Commercial like pop
Or underground like black markets
Where were you the day Hip-Hop died?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is
It too late to ride?