Breez Evahflowin’, Shomari "Sho-Nuff" Wilson - Pay 2 Live lyrics

Got my Hamilton jaw
But sort of like the pain
I want the Benjamins more
That’s all that I can think
I can’t attempt to ignore
I sought out what I think
In this attempt to explore
My Brain tells my Pinky that
They meant to get more before long
Word done spread up through my forearms
‘Fore long
Work is something to get my jump on
More long OT hours to get my store on
Shop on at same time, getting my poor on
Looking very decent while living like a moron
Looking at this government like
"Let’s get restore on"
They pour on a billion a week
To get this war on
I’m from New York on that unsettled score
Left Bin Laden chilling in
Some cave like Skeletor
Laughing as the infrastructure decay
From whatever put the blade to
The structures of trade we paid

Yeah, we paid
Trying to be winners, set things right, but
You’re digging in my pockets
Can’t keep my profit's
Taking my niece to survive
We got to pay to live

It’s probably way deeper than the
Shit I was stressing to
Plus bigger than Bush or than
Dick with the spectacles
With games to distract us like
"Look at Mexico"
Turning politics from parties into festivals
Upsetting folks like
"Fuck long lines to vote"
Change gotta come like the song
Line they got to go
Got off on a technical same old rules apply
Whitey leave a mess and left the
Cleanup to the black guy
Yeah, I’m that guy you’re this person?
You’re just like me? I bet
Worse than you’re dis-
-persing more than you take take away from
What’s given that’s something missing
But some are living

Yeah, we paid
Trying to be winners, set things right, but
You’re digging in my pockets
Can’t keep my profit's
Taking my niece to survive
We got to pay to live

My foot hurt right over my
Ankle right foot tend to lean into it
I knew I couldn’t write good i could
Wait for fate to intervene into it
Can’t quit it got to share this story
See me? I wasn’t scared of glory
But my game was so advanced and strange that
They couldn’t category and, still, in all
A battle for me my catalog
Dates back to standalone tape racks
Stretching out a hundred dollar session over
Analog tape tracks
Walkman to running in place i seen ‘Em rise
Seen ‘em fall to a stunning disgrace
‘Cause they wanted to keep up with the
Pace should have done it with
Grace, but he couldn’t give
‘em nothing to taste, nothing
To feel, extrasensory real from
Senses beat down for centuries still, we
Paid

Yeah, we paid
Trying to be winners, set things right, but
You’re digging in my pockets
Can’t keep my profit's
Taking my niece to survive
We got to pay to live