Stephen, KillaGraham, Talib Kweli - Crossfire, Part II lyrics
[Stephen, KillaGraham, Talib Kweli - Crossfire, Part II lyrics]
Walk by her in the path of righteousness
I walk higher (Uh)
Toss liars in the pit of hell
Caught in the crossfire
Caught fire, from the big guns
These is not revolvers
Violence only creates confusion
It ain't a problem solver
Let's go, my skin is my dress code
(Dress code)
Just know, I need a personal Jesus
I'm in Depeche Mode my best show is when the
Bullets hit the flesh slow (Brrat)
This ain't a movie, dog
You know it when your chest explodes
I'd trade my luck to know
Why he's caught in the crossfire
And I'm here waking up
To the sun and the sound of birds
Society's anxiety
Deprived of all that we're blessed with
We just can't get enough, no
99 Problems, Sean Michael Carter
Can find ayala trying to fix
My life like Evelyn Lazana
Midnight marauders
Twelve hour cigars like godfathers
Starving artist trying to get some
Cut like the hardest barbers (yeah)
It's gun culture
What I talk is dead coming from vultures
I promise I ain't choose to be a martyr
My enemies' focus my heart seems to be the
Target if you ain't notice
These guns are still our youth
It's stolen moments
I'd trade my luck to know
Why he's caught in the crossfire
And I'm here waking up
To the sun and the sound of birds
Society's anxiety
Deprived of all that we're blessed with
We just can't get enough, no
I walk higher (Uh)
Toss liars in the pit of hell
Caught in the crossfire
Caught fire, from the big guns
These is not revolvers
Violence only creates confusion
It ain't a problem solver
Let's go, my skin is my dress code
(Dress code)
Just know, I need a personal Jesus
I'm in Depeche Mode my best show is when the
Bullets hit the flesh slow (Brrat)
This ain't a movie, dog
You know it when your chest explodes
I'd trade my luck to know
Why he's caught in the crossfire
And I'm here waking up
To the sun and the sound of birds
Society's anxiety
Deprived of all that we're blessed with
We just can't get enough, no
99 Problems, Sean Michael Carter
Can find ayala trying to fix
My life like Evelyn Lazana
Midnight marauders
Twelve hour cigars like godfathers
Starving artist trying to get some
Cut like the hardest barbers (yeah)
It's gun culture
What I talk is dead coming from vultures
I promise I ain't choose to be a martyr
My enemies' focus my heart seems to be the
Target if you ain't notice
These guns are still our youth
It's stolen moments
I'd trade my luck to know
Why he's caught in the crossfire
And I'm here waking up
To the sun and the sound of birds
Society's anxiety
Deprived of all that we're blessed with
We just can't get enough, no