Immortality (Feat. DJ Khan) [Clean]
By: Tommy Deazy
Duration
4:20
Genres
Description
Instruments on "Immortality" include an acoustic guitar, wah-wah guitar, electric guitar, bass, keyboard, turntables, drums and an 808. DJ Khan provides additional vocal support as well as rhythmic scratching. Lyrically, the song tries to focus on eternal struggle between The People and The Man. While problems of the world are illuminated, the hook takes a conspiracy theory approach to those artists who have tried to aide the people in the past.
Lyrics
Every time I see children play in the street It remind me of why I gotta rock the beat And I’m just tryin’ to help poor folks eat And I don’t give a **** about the fatal heat You see, we like to think that we are free But the truth is, they wanna bring back slavery Yo, didn’t y’all understand “The Matrix” Or were you too busy thinkin’ about sex? But, don’t fret cause the people got a master plan About how to best stick it to the man And they been trying to for centuries But the man just keep puttin’ ‘em in cemetaries But I’ve been readin’ and studyin’ the Bible And I realize that music is kinda like a rifle And they might come after me with a gat But I got my guitar so, rat-ta-tat-tat Hold up man, why you act the fool? Do you know that they gonna come after you? Yeah, they might assassinate me like Kennedy Pop-pop me like Huey P Delay the ambulance like they did Jimi Or gangrene me like Bob Marley Make up beef, Tupac and Biggie Slay me like Lennon in the city It don’t matter though cause like Jay-Z Music gimme immortality Yo, music gimme immortality No one got work, no one gotta raise I’m so sick of waitin’ for better days Globalization, it’s is such a maze The man always wins, but he never pays Everything meltin’, time runnin’ out The people always lose, but they never pout We lost track, our means wayward Makin’ bad decisions, like Tony Hayward Like a junkie, we addicted to oil Now it fills our oceans and stains our soil Parasite flies on steak that’s been spoiled Never no scratch, always the toil Fires burn and cauldrons bubble, Let me show you a picture taken from the Hubble Man watch out, we in some kinda trouble And we about to be pickin’ up pieces from the rubble Hold up man, quit actin’ the fool Do you know how they gonna come after you? Yeah, they might assassinate me like Kennedy Pop-pop me like Huey P Delay the ambulance like they did Jimi Or gangrene me like Bob Marley Make up beef, Tupac and Biggie Slay me like Lennon in the city It don’t matter though cause like Jay-Z Music gimme immortality Yo, music gimme immortality
