We got the revolution pointed straight at your torso
I was 3 seconds away from blowing my brains out
In the octagon with Khabib, bout to tap out
Exhausted from niggaz throwing stones at my glass house
The toll, of being grown had run its route
Well
I ran the good route, but the pass was from Blake Bortles
Had the gat pointed
Straight at my torso
Then I heard a "hello
Daddy u in there?"
My daughter walked into the house
And hugged me right dere on the couch
Damn
Who you know shot dope before birth
Touched turf and fertilized the earth with a verse?
I'm third, second, and first you rehearse catchin' a hearse
Mr. Universe - make your crew disperse like if you was cursed
The truth hurts and it kills you to listen
I'm consumed with a mission putting food in the kitchen
Assume niggas snitchin' if they catch and release 'em
Performance at the precinct, guess the singing was decent
I'm the noble niggerish vigorous, spit ridiculous
In a sense ain't no innocence we participants
Hands dirty like mechanics and farmers
Don't panic be calmer, learn to manage your trauma
Comma - Momma told me "nigga fight if you lose"
So when life light the fuse, I just tighten my shoes
And sign blues but still open bruised but unbroken
You become spoken? Good health, happy, and hopin'
Soakin' wet soliloquys killin' these ill emcees
Real abilities, simply puttin' soul in the symphony
UGLY People infantry from the infancy
Insist we kill the mystery, a history of misery
Verses of victory, you're never what you're fittna be
Now a days niggas need a plan and a contingency
The injuries ain't ending me they made me stronger
To last longer rap Blanka black monsta
I came to conquer like manifest destiny
Your man is fresh definitely, I can't suggest step to me
Command the best weaponry microphone specialty
Quest to be the best before they take the last breath from me
Between evil and an angel's way balanced on a razor blade
I came to save the race and pave the way to greater day
Nobody's made to stay Hey! 'fore I fade away
I'll maybe make a play to spray the darkness with a sun ray
I'm too grown for gun play - I never walked the runway
I'm uglay, no alibis or lies what the Son say...
Is positive probably so you possibly follow me
It's honesty homily for my father and progeny
It's John the anomaly me and you is dichotomy
Ain't nobody stopping me Boy topping me's not to be
So face the facts brace for that grace is back
The black ape attack breaking backs since an ADAT
So take that - f*ck you and your make believe Mabach
For real? I'm the shit in a Chevelle with an 8 track
We got the revolution pointed straight at your torso
No award show, raw flow, with the floor show
Its no award show, raw flow, with the floor show
Revolution pointed straight at your torso
It's no award show, raw flow, with the floor show
Revolution pointed straight at your torso
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We got the revolution pointed straight at your torso
I was 3 seconds away from blowing my brains out
In the octagon with Khabib, bout to tap out
Exhausted from niggaz throwing stones at my glass house
The toll, of being grown had run its route
Well
I ran the good route, but the pass was from Blake Bortles
Had the gat pointed
Straight at my torso
Then I heard a "hello
Daddy u in there?"
My daughter walked into the house
And hugged me right dere on the couch
Damn
Who you know shot dope before birth
Touched turf and fertilized the earth with a verse?
I'm third, second, and first you rehearse catchin' a hearse
Mr. Universe - make your crew disperse like if you was cursed
The truth hurts and it kills you to listen
I'm consumed with a mission putting food in the kitchen
Assume niggas snitchin' if they catch and release 'em
Performance at the precinct, guess the singing was decent
I'm the noble niggerish vigorous, spit ridiculous
In a sense ain't no innocence we participants
Hands dirty like mechanics and farmers
Don't panic be calmer, learn to manage your trauma
Comma - Momma told me "nigga fight if you lose"
So when life light the fuse, I just tighten my shoes
And sign blues but still open bruised but unbroken
You become spoken? Good health, happy, and hopin'
Soakin' wet soliloquys killin' these ill emcees
Real abilities, simply puttin' soul in the symphony
UGLY People infantry from the infancy
Insist we kill the mystery, a history of misery
Verses of victory, you're never what you're fittna be
Now a days niggas need a plan and a contingency
The injuries ain't ending me they made me stronger
To last longer rap Blanka black monsta
I came to conquer like manifest destiny
Your man is fresh definitely, I can't suggest step to me
Command the best weaponry microphone specialty
Quest to be the best before they take the last breath from me
Between evil and an angel's way balanced on a razor blade
I came to save the race and pave the way to greater day
Nobody's made to stay Hey! 'fore I fade away
I'll maybe make a play to spray the darkness with a sun ray
I'm too grown for gun play - I never walked the runway
I'm uglay, no alibis or lies what the Son say...
Is positive probably so you possibly follow me
It's honesty homily for my father and progeny
It's John the anomaly me and you is dichotomy
Ain't nobody stopping me Boy topping me's not to be
So face the facts brace for that grace is back
The black ape attack breaking backs since an ADAT
So take that - f*ck you and your make believe Mabach
For real? I'm the shit in a Chevelle with an 8 track
We got the revolution pointed straight at your torso
No award show, raw flow, with the floor show
Its no award show, raw flow, with the floor show
Revolution pointed straight at your torso
It's no award show, raw flow, with the floor show
Revolution pointed straight at your torso
I was 3 seconds away from blowing my brains out
In the octagon with Khabib, bout to tap out
Exhausted from niggaz throwing stones at my glass house
The toll, of being grown had run its route
Well
I ran the good route, but the pass was from Blake Bortles
Had the gat pointed
Straight at my torso
Then I heard a "hello
Daddy u in there?"
My daughter walked into the house
And hugged me right dere on the couch
Damn
Who you know shot dope before birth
Touched turf and fertilized the earth with a verse?
I'm third, second, and first you rehearse catchin' a hearse
Mr. Universe - make your crew disperse like if you was cursed
The truth hurts and it kills you to listen
I'm consumed with a mission putting food in the kitchen
Assume niggas snitchin' if they catch and release 'em
Performance at the precinct, guess the singing was decent
I'm the noble niggerish vigorous, spit ridiculous
In a sense ain't no innocence we participants
Hands dirty like mechanics and farmers
Don't panic be calmer, learn to manage your trauma
Comma - Momma told me "nigga fight if you lose"
So when life light the fuse, I just tighten my shoes
And sign blues but still open bruised but unbroken
You become spoken? Good health, happy, and hopin'
Soakin' wet soliloquys killin' these ill emcees
Real abilities, simply puttin' soul in the symphony
UGLY People infantry from the infancy
Insist we kill the mystery, a history of misery
Verses of victory, you're never what you're fittna be
Now a days niggas need a plan and a contingency
The injuries ain't ending me they made me stronger
To last longer rap Blanka black monsta
I came to conquer like manifest destiny
Your man is fresh definitely, I can't suggest step to me
Command the best weaponry microphone specialty
Quest to be the best before they take the last breath from me
Between evil and an angel's way balanced on a razor blade
I came to save the race and pave the way to greater day
Nobody's made to stay Hey! 'fore I fade away
I'll maybe make a play to spray the darkness with a sun ray
I'm too grown for gun play - I never walked the runway
I'm uglay, no alibis or lies what the Son say...
Is positive probably so you possibly follow me
It's honesty homily for my father and progeny
It's John the anomaly me and you is dichotomy
Ain't nobody stopping me Boy topping me's not to be
So face the facts brace for that grace is back
The black ape attack breaking backs since an ADAT
So take that - f*ck you and your make believe Mabach
For real? I'm the shit in a Chevelle with an 8 track
We got the revolution pointed straight at your torso
No award show, raw flow, with the floor show
Its no award show, raw flow, with the floor show
Revolution pointed straight at your torso
It's no award show, raw flow, with the floor show
Revolution pointed straight at your torso
Writer: Derek Scott, John Hammond
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid