[Chorus x2] No time to relax, nowhere to run Living on the frontline (x2)
[Slimkid3] Who could believe in you if what you say isn't true If he's deceiving me then what's he see for you When they raise the flag who do I pledge allegiance to Life in paper bags, sometimes they fall through Best love I ever had was this world when it was new Back in nineteen-seventy all the way to eighty-two Things were heavenly around the town where I grew Family love was the sound that I knew, or ran home to Don't it make your brown eyes blue? When somebody loves you just for you With no competition testing you What's the proposition of our disposition unable You said that I'm a finish, my style won't replenish You reckon I'll diminish, fuck a demolition I'm steady on a mission with no intermission Cramped up in rough conditions like a Cessna in a hurricane I get my best nuts standing on virgin stages Feeling timeless and ageless Seen those like embryos in our invasion It's universal, God is amazing
[Imani/Citizen Strange] They mad cause my rhymes even sound fresh a capella Hella fellas is hella jealous, had me feeling uncomfortable Cause they're unacceptable while we're the exceptional Here to let you know they're influenced by the phenomenal While you're unable cause you're too unstable All of your progress is minimal and that's the inescapable fact Verbal rhyme visionaries equipped with stacks of wax Rhythm that varies and carries like the wind Travelling and elevating towards unattainable heights Exercising my rights and just trying to do what I feel is right
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[Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction] There's a lot of players in the game And they seem they can't remember why, forgot their goals Lost then stole like skipper in the minnow Now they got a long face like Leno Stressed, feeling gray, nervous Asking what they did to deserve this Maybe it's not what you did but what you did not You're like snot, uncomfortable, agitated We inter raining what was said in the past Nigga could buy a Benz and can't afford gas Getting nowhere fast in a hurry My visions not blurry, to quote Mr Flave: Don't Believe the Hype unless his last name is Williams Then it's guaranteed play, am I lying? If you ask me how I'm doing, I'm trying To stay above six feet outside of the bars and the concrete Love pumping grass making a bomb beat This is for my niggas on the late night creep Watch where you sleep, watch where you sleep