you yeah the war is on who you fighting for it s like funk to rhythm and punk to rock loud like shot that come from a glock pick up your mind run from the spot revolution jumping in the parking lot shit is so hot that the sun watch children by the window with the gun cocked they cooking the raw to start to lump knots monkeys dance around for mtv spots i lock into a rock into a rhythm of street and ancient wisdom experiment in stereo loud so crank the system for the humble on the path i paint a vision how far will a nigga go just for attention and to be remembered you forgot the mission listen all traces of life in our guts we carry that s used to dress humanity all things i yearn for you need per sanity that reflex loves reality clean up the choirs tell me they shouldn t be the times are reaching to the end this life is precious it s goddamn marvelous before it likely ever ends i lay terror in this era like che guevera for the people to make or wait is better in a room called real i stay forever everyday i lose something i gain forever meditate on how i can change the weather my brainstorm for some is like planes umbrella where bullets and lies both spray together my mind scream like al green let s stay together how could a nigga be so scared of change that s what you hustle for for the currency exchange y all rich we could beef curry in the game out your mouth ain t nobody hurrying my name you seen what happened when the com go bang wouldn t have a shot even at a gun range seen hype become fame against the grain become main stream it all seems mundane in the scope of thangs  all traces of life in our guts we carry that s used to dress humanity all things i yearn for you need per sanity that reflex loves reality clean up the choirs tell me they shouldn t be the times are reaching to the end this life is precious it s goddamn marvelous before it likely ever ends from a land of shit talk porn stars and pitchforks didn t really see white until i went north getting bent off in backyards wishing in the air for a black god where the people fix cars and clap hard and look to the stars for rap jobs i walk through the black fog with reflectors on my boots smelling war near i m connected with the troops that master anger it ain t afraid to shoot through poured liquor fallen angels they salute feel the wind blow a new wave people with they hair trimmed low it s two ways living in this world of techno this new age can t really save the ghetto i pause for the rebels who rock heavy metals and tell them that they pharaoh so let go come on all traces of life in our guts we carry that s used to dress humanity all things i yearn for you need per sanity that reflex loves reality clean up the choirs tell me they shouldn t be the times are reaching to the end this life is precious it s goddamn marvelous before it likely ever ends come on come on come on come on 