Ich Me

Duration

3:34

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

Ich me sun chi First second tertiary highly skilled rogue borne identity mercenary Stay hugging underground jokes in my sights scope vision night Sun at my back no reflection in sight Jungle knife with the compass steadies my direction Never lost taking a lost knife finds midsection What they reppin one percent life style 85% reptile moving to slow step child Americas children todays dreamers tomorrows killers replacement baseball, fantasy football pastry too many fillers Everything’s processed genetically modified artificial preservatives artificial lifestyles fuck around find yourself in a jam like smuckers Nomad gatherer sees danger in my peripheral Turn Hunter run up on you cut jugular crush windpipes Tonight’s a double headers attract dykes Way to paternalistic could never be a son to ya This be mother earth so I heat it up like father sun Black planet takes to the globe and span it Super nova big bang sends out super spore can you handle it I heard whores serve best outdoors do the best chores Spit the type of shit to chance the climate Crack your helmet scene all too familiar These niggas spitting new lyrics sound like that same bullshit Out here you can’t expect nothing different Expect the unexpected because you spit don’t mean you lived it Be careful where you spend your time place your commitment If you really trying to make a difference do something different….. Familiarity breed contempt looks at who they start to resemble about as useful as a wet food stamp Only time these nigga uses they heads lay on pillows or to buff and simonize time to turn it up a level They either fighting a case or grinding they waist I say it’s all just a waist like putting too much faith in faith What they talking about keep rubbing me the wrong way Bad brains starting to chaff back the fuck up off me If that’s your best time to change your strategy I still check mate take that ass outback like an assuie When the odds are stacked against ya Is it braver to stay or braver to run Turn the other cheek or pick up a gun Face your accuser usually comes down on what your use to How bad you want it depends on how deep life seduced ya Took off physical chains now they virtually strapped on Disguised still hiding behind words like integrate Wasn’t born yesterday look how the media mediates The very undercurrent predicated on hate Have you thinking you came a long way birds still caged singing Enslave them with minimum wage for shillings in the streets blood stay spilling Fighting not to be the poorest Middle class like middle children stay the lostest Turn up the volume witness another sound boy killing