Rhymefest, Raheem DeVaughn, Black Thought - Make Noise lyrics

Two pieces in my pocket
How I'm supposed to make noise?
All praise due to my mama
Had to raise up these boys
But, I feel like today that the world is mine
Like all praises due
It's just a matter of time yeah, yeah!

How you raise a household with
Your mouth closed?
All this negativity let the child grow
Everything somebody say don't
Take it personal
We all spiritual people don't go
To church no more tarik, it's time to hit
'em with another purpose
We've been quiet long enough I
Got some other urges
Plus my grand he’s nervous
He believe in curses
We roll deep: 50 Caddies and a couple hearses
The music was was on, I knew he was gone
The best house he ever had was a funeral home
I don't wanna be here without you
I can't do it alone
Hope you're proud of what I do with this song
Slinging packs when I knew it was wrong
Screwing girls with a woman at home
Having babies trying to prove I was strong
But real power is your willpower
Insecure niggas never get to feel power
Got your life in a pickle
When the deal's sour
Now I'm reaching out to Christ
In the Still Hour
Lord help me, more healthy, more wealthy
More first class flights, less selfies
Less chaos, more fine wine for the payoff
More champagne for the playoffs
They will never
Turn Che off manifesting my matrix
Make Noise: the first song on the playlist

Two pieces in my pocket
How I'm supposed to make noise?
(Somebody tell me) all praise due to my mama
(All praise due to my mama - she)
Had to raise up these boys (It ain’t easy)
But, I feel like today that the world is mine
(yeah) like all praises due
It's just a matter of time
Yeah, yeah! So I'mma make noise!

Yo, I'm from where threats
Get stabilized and neutralized
And where the dream was
Crucified and putrefied
Where living legends seem smaller
To the naked eye
Even the heroes die but never say goodbye
Where kids that play outside may
Never make it home
And gunfire is more steady than a metronome
And they're immune to it all
It's all they've ever known
The homeboys ain't sure
If there's a heaven for 'em
The truth told get you caught
Up in a loophole
A few stones get you brought
Up in a group home
Brick and mortar and gates
For these mortal mistakes
Only award I know is how we
Are wards of the state
So absorbed in the hate we
Can't afford to relate
More civil disorder, another moral debate
No such thing as a long time for you to wait
You get the shit and they
Gave Tom Sawyer the Cape
Laws that's loyal to fakes selling
Snake oil to shape
Felons pray for an escape
Hell as they boil and bake
Relish the soil and make due-or, prayers to a
Higher energy that's out there
So here's to ya thanks for the memories
Injury, dead Kennedys, enemies
Food, clothing, and shelter: the Holy Trinity
Power: that's the remedy
How are we gonna take this?
Make noise: the first song on the playlist

Two pieces in my pocket
(It’s all we ever had)
How I'm supposed to make noise? (Oh)
All praise due to my mama
(All praise due to my mama - she)
Had to raise up these boys (It ain’t easy)
But, I feel like today that the world is mine
(yeah) like all praises due
It's just a matter of time
Yeah, yeah! So I'mma make noise!