hiphop
rap
jayz
biggie
tupac
sick
flow
lloyd banks
fabolous
Lyrics
That’s the sound of all the hard work and torture we goin thru
The flowin youth comin right after another like ones and twos
Born to lose, I thought that we were born to choose(yea we were)
Only one choice, to get leeched off and get told what to do
So whatchu gonna do, when they all up in ya face
Tellin you you’re just a defect and you’re a fucken disgrace
Now I know this muthafucka didn’t jus call me out
What he expect? that I’d jus run away bawlin out
Fuck that, I’m a start on chargin plus tax
Duck back, or I’ll get you stole like a hub cap
Then after the bout, you’ll ask where the love at
Right here muthafucka, foot to ya nutsac
Yo I got no remorse and I got no mercy
For anyone that try to do me wrong, for those who try to curse me
I’m thirsty, dunno if I could ever be quenched
Heavy spirited this world ain’t meant for featherly men
Yo all my rebels, you should let go, you should let go, of the norms
When you get home, jus for get em, if it’s wrong, it’ll be gone
Yo all my soldiers, go take over, heavy shoulders built for war
New world order, new world soldiers, get it on, get it on
Yo everyone follow me, it’s the new world order
Soon they’ll start to see we turned the cards over
Our bones, arteries it’s all built for war
Yo fuck what they say, we the new world soldiers
Put yourself in my position, you'll see
I've got a mission to flee, but I abort it, don't take orders from me
Since I'm alone, all they be dissin is me,
And I was brought up to jus swallow, sniff it all up take a deep breath and leave
There's only so much to keep secret, indeed
Until my innerself, remembers how to come out pokin peekin to see
It's happened to me oh so frequently,
That's why u see me sumtimes spittin sum rhymes, or sum punchlines vehemently
My shit is underground now, so I'm bumpin underneath
Through the manholes so im wishin sumthin soon to leak
So my soldiers, rally up, let’s go, tally up
Get mo soldiers till we reach a mill-i-on
Mindset is from the carriage to the hearse
So when it all falls down we prepared for the worst
Let’s go, we goin back to retro
But no conversing, get strapped up, get ready lets go!
J Kwon, said that he was representin hood hop
Fuck that, you jus a muhfucken bloodclot
So unnecessary and jus blockin the way
For true cats now this is what hip hop is today
Ice flossin, ass shakin, dough tossin, mad fake heads
Emergin like bad cases of blemish on mad faces today
Becuz of mc y d’s, and not to mention there are so many in the U.S. who are overweight
Cuz they indulge in the junk, sorta like mainstream
The world revolves round these punks, talented, they may seem
But really its jus an act fo them to make greens
And J Kwon, though you’re famous, you still cant get ladies
Step up in da club, see if you really getting tipsy
Underage overrated you should close yo lips B
I got gap but it really ain’t nothing to complain
You gotta grill that looks like a beast jus broke outta his cage