By Any Means (feat. B7shop and NamePending!?)

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Johnny Asim

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You don't get the bigger picture till you step back
Where I’m from wearing the wrong colors get ya neck snapped
But what would you do if you only had to eat scraps
And they ain’t tryna hire us niggas so shit we just trapped
I ain’t talking moving weight, I’m talking mental prison
Spread the knowledge to your team that’s how we switch positions
But they ain’t tryna hear just what this Lil nigga spitting
Soon as I said mental prison they thinking this nigga tripping
But let me switch it up, I'm a give 'em something different
Niggas is ass kissing, just for the wrong attention
But it’s okay I get it, they never had the vision
But I never folded, stuck to the script to complete the mission
I had to get it, it wasn’t given, that’s my religion
If you want it, go and get it nigga, we stay committed
This shit was paper driven, that’s just the way we livin'
Paradise and soldiers, generals and hoopties
I might bail out from the window wearin' kufis bumpin' loosies
Chapter 2:255, I bow before my Lord
Created from an atom split from earthen clay and soil
Chemical reactions, star alignments and a quickie f*ck
Yoni still console me then will clone me in a couple months
God was never born watch us suffer as we seek His Grace
Tryna piece together why we even have to see this place
This crooked world has been hard to my people
Fight our hardest to survive cause we need to
They try to patch the wounds but it always bleed through
When you down to your last that’s when they see the real you
This crooked world has been hard to my people
Fight our hardest to survive cause we need to
They try to patch the wounds but it always bleed through
When you down to your last that’s when they see the real you
Just a youngin with a dream, a pen and a pad
Met that young nigga with a beam, who ain’t have a dad
Who had nothing to lose it seemed his face covered in tats
He rustled up the leaves with that thunderous clap
Nigga out there catching bodies like he padding his stats
Became best buddies now a gun in his lap
Pain came flooding now his mind in a trap
Gained PTSD wit' every bow on the ave
But he can’t stop now, nigga never been a killer
Curious George the nigga was a monkey nigga
Never been with real gorillas, never asked for Lord’s forgiveness
Now he living in hell in the world of sinners
Head spinnin', guns blazin', his mind’s racin'
New faces, new cases, leave no traces
New target on his back cuz the hood aimin'
New target on his back cuz the hood claimed him
One for my niggas who ain’t make it
Two for my niggas steady praying it’s gon pay off
Three for my niggas in the cages
Four for my niggas that be ballin' like the playoffs
Five for the niggas caught in rages
Six for the niggas that get caught up in the standoffs
Seven for my niggas I keep praying
Hope they go to heaven f*ck the Apple that they ate off
This crooked world has been hard to my people
Fight our hardest to survive cause we need to
They try to patch the wounds but it always bleed through
When you down to your last that’s when they see the real you
This crooked world has been hard to my people
Fight our hardest to survive cause we need to
They try to patch the wounds but it always bleed through
When you down to your last that’s when they see the real you
We was all born as stars
This art form
In a dark storm
Is my merkabah, God
My god body
Is sharp swords
Peace written to
Fight wars
We smitten to write more
This craft willing to die for it
My spirit tell me that I can’t die
My spirit tell me that I’ve died before
No spirit is an anti
Shadow boxing in daambe
In these lyrics I can’t lie
Wicked voices tell me fill the void
Retribution like Pompeii
Time dripping in land slide
Seen my essence falling thru the schism
My spirit tell me that I can’t die
My spirit tell me that we God too
Hieroglyphics in my DNA
Shapeshifting into Sun-Ra
Light prisms as my weed plate
Yo isms have been white washed
Grab the mic just to mediate
Fred Hampton in my last life
Black lotus in the mind state
Meditate till the stress gone
Dropping DMT to alleviate
Dropping DMT just to see the truth
Levitate to my 7th state
Medicate when I’m living thru
Reminiscing sitting on the stoop
Our father who we praying to
Gold chains and to reach the gates
Credence payed to the edict laid
Thru the Eden days
That we meet a fate
And then stick to it
Or we jotting psalms
And forgotten calm
Time ticking as an atom bomb
Dropping ether till it matters, I’m

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