Lyrics:
Back up, give a nigga space
Haven't been to sleep like in two days
48
Man, I'm on the clock
Watch me rise to the top
Beatin down ya block with these
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
and they show synthetic pity
Road blocks are set up by robots, cops to check your code wit a red dot
You can hear man plead for his self esteem
For
sweeper
Yo, it's time to get darker
Rise up the cricket bat like Brian Lara
Anybody see any enemies on the Gaza
Empty the clip first, questions after
From
nothin but hits when I step in the booth
And I make - rainbows from the sun reflect on my tooth
And I make - DVD's light up in my coupe
I think I feel I
know you're the Chosen
Don't you know you're the Remnant
In Spiritual Battle
God's calling you by name
Today's the day to rise up.
Put on your armor
scared in the worst way
like a savior on the third day, I rise
Chorus:
"feel my aura, just around death's corner"
(Rise!) Rise!
(repeat 4X)
The actual
Get the gat, get the gat, get the gat (gat)
Tell my Third Ward posse, yeah
Tell my Third Ward posse, yeah
Get the gat, get the gat, get the gat (gat)
**Lets go
We are channels of divinity
Souls and sorcerers existing for infinity
To each their own divinity
Its like this microphone we serving up
they all hits
I snap a copy of Blade on DVD in half
Slice your neck and hand you a pamphlet on AIDS
Smut Peddlers, break up is apparent
When I put shit
of Onegin invented by Pushkin
Sure, and
Now we know each other’s names
Hey
You’re three days
older than me and
There are no obstacles left between us
I mean
telling you rise up
I'm telling you rise up, rise up, rise up
Did you notice while your head was down that the world went by
At a million miles per hour,
wasted but I'm
Making movies by day
And albums by night
Everyday I'm getting paid
Every month is a flight
Found my Mary Jane
We gon get married in
storms
Rose on the third day to lead us to shore
Father Bless us, Father Bless us, Give us strength to rise up every day
Confession, Profession, Give us
rime,gimme some time
it's time to husam
one day brotha,i promise u we're gonna rise,one day brotha
this shit gonna end up on day brotha
swear to god brotha
wake up
it's bizarre how the ways can change and make a man go crazy
Women and kids be getting lazy, spacey
On the sixth day, your Inc Ways
Erase
gearing up
Third eye wide open i have seen enough
With a great chance at life but they've blew it up
Hold up wait a minute
Ya'll thought i was finished
caught in this
The third verse
Will let you know
Just sit back and peep
The chorus
And it goes
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by
He holds us down with ways to conquer
Just like that day
That He raised to conquer the grave
Let it show our minds
We all can rise
Over wrongs that
for big scores
Real green, dollar days are near
Wake up, here comes the Family
Freak show, buying by the kilo
I got a feeling, that there's gotta be
speak of
Bad lil bitch said she gone suck me before I wake up
Gotta keep a blick third eye for the snake ones
I don't trust a soul nah not even a day one
hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin' mad
What? Yeah yeah, so!
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream
this sadist revival, hand in hand
Lost in the city lights where dreams collide
A million faces passing by a kaleidoscope of life
Caught up in the rhythm
propped up by my pride
By the need to be something in this life
By the need to be someone at sometime
Tell myself "kill my pride" and I'm right
But I don't
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