Hip hop, set out in the dark, at a time when the generation needed a spark.
The voice and dissension of people apart from mainstream Monday media shows.
But now rap music is the mainstream art, a million miles away from its daydream start.
And it's thought about a paycheck and fake demographic.
Punk and you're all captured, don't know what's happening.
Let's take you back when rap was in front of you.
The whole world's listening now, let's tell them something about everything.
We gotta use this music to start refusing.
To find to the everyday theme of losing mass confusion.
Why should we confuse the masses? We can stay points clearly with hip hop classics.
A new religion, new politics, a schism, breaking apart with hard rhythm.
Let's say in both thoughts provoke questions, factors you make sense speak and teach lessons.
Yo, the government couldn't stop us, or they could do a sit back and watch us generate profit.
Not just for lining up pocket, but for waking up a generation that's unconscious.
A sleeping giant, a unified hip hop voice to fight.
Refusing to accept things, not to fight.
And later with Lancer, spitting out our own agenda.
Giving middle fingers to the propaganda.
No more buying intermediate anthems while they can to the special interest groups who spread like cancer.
Searching for weak minds to enter.
We can forget the old ways, the days of the past with no voice.
No way to say that we match.
No more, we changing the theme of the plan from bling bling to ding bling.
Wake up man, it's a shake up man.
Call it a shake down, whatever you want, call it a shot.
The reason why I live, I give back everything that I take.
I won't leave until I grow, I grow kids, second nature and I know, I know.
Give me the reason to keep on moving, every time I rock I gotta keep moving.
Every move from now keep it moving, change the pace, give me the taste.
I don't really have any more time to waste, I don't really have any more time to waste.
This is the reason why I live, I give back everything that I take.
I won't leave until I grow, I grow kids, second nature and I know, I know.
This is the reason why I live, I give back everything that I take.
I won't leave until I grow, I grow kids, second nature and I know, I know.
Flyable, most style viable, full revival, where your thought of was final, route was primal.
The dirty side up, rotating on black vinyl in the MP3 days, but the page is getting turned back.
Youngness coming, trying to learn that, the firm fact is my firm factor, we ain't immaculate.
Nafty pattern and an anti-grime climate, rock hard to a clandestine for giant shit.
Get your appliances, apply this, you're trying this, and why to put the broken rib, most sincere.
I veer yearly, declare nearly eggs amount, I'm in your town, eat the eggs amount.
The tundra jumper, triple seven in the coat sheet, coat teller, main stage, just like I'm post-a-beam.
Post-a-hanging on a teen girls wall, I beam worldwide now your mean girl's call.
So let now us go, go, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, uuce, go.
Moth is in go, Chris Bills cringle, fuck around and make a mill from a ringtone
Bring home proceeds and trophies that don't feed my ego
It's just something to look at in a cook's back regal
Bump it in your butt and throw back black regal
When black people just get trapped and that's evil
But we can see your way out of the high
Your bonita need a leader to lead home to stray
So I don't stay absent for long
You mad since you wronged, I'm stronger to sit for long
By the song, the more I pull it out, the more you knock it out
We drift back to the season, I clout under bubblers
And underground clumps just bringing in the numbers
Face it, radio stopped in the slumber
Bumbers shoot will invite me inside
Me to cry, the crowd is so high
Then I want to come down here, can't stop
No auto and fly woo, I won't fly
No auto en, I just fly woo
Ready, set, start!
Oh!
I didn't catch it.
Then, Guta-chi.
Fukuda-san and Guta-chi.
I can't do it at all.
I can't do Guta-chi.
I can't do Guta-chi with Fukuda-san.
