Lyrics:
Pun keeps the guns cocked)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(We'll make it hot nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot)
Yeah, and you don't stop
It's
Pun keeps the guns cocked)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(We'll make it hot nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot)
Yeah, and you don't stop
It's
lies, to our children
Telling lies, to our babies
Only truth, can take us...
Verse 2:
I don't want no computer chip in my arm
I don't want to die by
Pun keeps the guns cocked)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(We'll make it hot nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot)
Yeah, and you don't stop
It's
hoes, bankrolls and minks by the dozen
My rise to power was quick, they just wasn't
Trying to make me a made man, they fucked up the game plan
I
They possessed a much weaker
form of magic themselves, and although it would be
normally quite useless against the strength of Magica,
the inability
like goin' against God
And I ain't gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck around get crossed out
You
My crew will strive, we clever why
We never die
It's true we rise
(Chorus 2x)
[Verse Two: Jise One]
We were stranded on jungles of concrete
Primal
in the vacuum of space, see if they suffocate
One day the sun will buckle under it's fucking weight
Can we safely say our children's children will make
hoes, bankrolls and minks by the dozen
My rise to power was quick, they just wasn't
Trying to make me a made man, they fucked up the game plan
I
Fight, (Rise Up) by Kurtis Devore
I want you to fight
I want you to fight as if the breath you just took is your last
I want you to fight because
You'll be fine, you'll be good, you'll get by
Day after day, seems like I push against the clouds
But they just keep blocking out the sun
It seems
foxxx)
Everybody rise as I present to a jet black crowd
What it's like to be black and proud
In a world where white is right but not tonight
This is
Intro
We all fall they say a righteous man fall seven times but it’s not about the fall it’s about how you rise how you gon rise out yo situation
let 'em stop ya
It's a cold, hard way we livin
Can't out just me, and live to smoke a little
Watch my children grow a little
Get this money, escape
is sitting on its hands burning sage
They crossed the line
When they jabbed the poison needle in my peoples children
Bible says devils will be killed,
can't seek the floor and not seek to roar
Against unjust evil plans advanced by corporate conquistadors
If you really believe that He's risen, stop
can do it with and not for em
I'm all for respect and decorum, but we can't seek the floor and not seek to roar
Against unjust evil plans advanced by
kids, show 'em all the patience
We gon' make it like jada and styles
Against all odds
Take a look at me now
Read more, achieve more
Then see more
Then be
"Tick tock ya don't stop"
Nobody thought I'd make it
The world called me loser
Just a high school dropout, young drug abuser
Mama told me there'd be days
of pride
To make it easier, let the children's laughter
Remind us how we used to be
sacrificed by the wrong people
We have stood back and listened to our patience
We cannot take no more, we have to rise against
The machine is trying to put us
a booth but I'll meet you on the street
Global student strike make it right they're dead they're beat
When we rise to our feet and fight God's childrens
and nobody was feelin' it
Soon as he left the radio station Charlemagne
Was lookin at the co-host like
"Damn what a fuckin idiot"
What you need to do is stop
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