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[Verse 1: Blacastan] Graffitti on the wall like hieroglyphics in the hallway Jakes watching the traffic we in and out all day Scholars in the streets, fuck a bachelor's degree It's either rap or playing ball or putting spatulas to keys When it's all said and one I'm trying to touch another G So far from a milli how could this ever be Put my name up on that billy when your touring overseas Rats and snakes in the streets they be warring over cheese For the temporary shine I'm trying to permanently glow Leave my name marked in history before it ever go Pressing hard on that looseleaf and pray a nigga blow It's easy to get life on a single trigger blow Stay focused, walk straight, master your high If you fall pick yourself up give another try Cause this life is a dirty game filled with deceit I'm at war with the enemy but never retreat [Hook] Hands up for the fallen soldiers and the single mothers And the deadbeats who turn they backs and claim they love 'em For the struggling streets, for the love of my peops Hold your heads up, dry your tears and never weep (x2) It's authentic [Verse 2: Esoteric] I'm trying to make a mark, trying to leave a dent Trying to represent, circumvent, let them play the malcontent I'm fully in my zone, I powered down the phone I let the mental roam, I'm better off alone Life is crazy, life is nuts, life is blood and guts Life is what you make it, life is making it out of ruts And me and Blac we choke out the snakes that are breaking trust They ain't effecting us, they hate makes them combust Their mouths are working while their brain it is collecting dust They used to getting free rides so they scared of us Any way you want it take the meaning, I could mean a gun A mean MC it'll mean self expression as a human being And I ain't bitter but I'm passed the good guy stage Sick of reaching for these stars from a foot high stage Cause life's a dirty game and it's filled with deceit I'm at war with the enemy but never retreat Hands up [Hook] [Verse 3: Planetary] It's authentic, I only do dirt in the cars rented That's all tinted, when I spit bars I'm off limits All vintage, new shit sounds fucking ridiculous Bad mixes, pray to the three sixes it fixes Rosaries and some crucifixes, I need assistance Booming systems, if I cock back I won't miss 'em My only mission to serve and protect those who listen Stop bitching you want it to change to lose vision I Ruth Chris 'em but I'd rather pay for a new kitchen Invest these rhymes and just sleep in the booth spittin' Who the fuck are you shitting? I'm a beast with it Leave with your teeth missing that's the way that we hit 'em I'm a pharoah engineer, send 'em to the afterlife Stage full of acolytes, motherfucker pass the mic Passionate passion of Christ, I'm your savior Army shit, armed from Oregon to Arcadia
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