Awkword - Notorious feat. Wordsmith, Jasiri X, Jus Daze, Capital X lyrics
rate meI seen hip up the keg, the drastic ways
Back in the day when me and my crew dugga of craze
Found the way, it’s like it lost its shine
So talks of diamonds and 9’s
Rappers dying, no suspects, feds ain’t got time
Been loosin my mind
Online, on the television sets, they keep telling me this
News reports, oho, news reports, oho
News reports reveal, that someone got shot
Out in greensvale carolina, wasn’t biggy or pac
The night notorious premiered, right at that spot
We can’t confirm any connection, hmmm, said the cop
The media’s been saying that 4 fans got stabbed
Out in brooklyn new york, birthplace of my dad
That night notorious premiered, down the block from biggy’s pad
And police were clueless, no information, so sad
It’s sad, motherfuckers, we killin ourselves, we some bad motherfuckers
It’s a pitious self
Should have been celebrate, the life of one of our best
With the black president, we really could take steps at, come on
They’ll always hate on hip hop,
Liberals they don’t get it, conservatives just not
We massaging these misfits, do drugs instead ot schools
But where the fuck they think I learned the habit
Sharpen my tools
Yeah the world is a mess, telling the truth depressed
Crime never seems to rest, bullets will rip flesh
It’s the evil of man, band the propaganda
People playing loose with they lips
Slippin to ... you a hater with some harsh words
Hate never shaking the stirr, saying you so disturbed
Go peekin and ... the demon took your soul
Let you go unload this clip and hittin death roll
Say your prayers and plead the finer save you
Black hole in your heart it’s like the raiderz
Why these cats, so hela cutthroat
Do you like it’s murder she wrote
Then blow up in smoke
Another life in the line it’s never going home
Now you just a name plate to place on the tomb stone
Is it heaven or hell, which one you wanna choose?
You got notorious views and see the winner loose
Hey yo, police will shoot a brother up, and do a cover up
Target practice, that brother was just another duck
So call his mother up, tell her the foul news
She got to the scene in the bad 4, but house shoes
I seen his mouth move but didn’t hear his last words
His mama was crying, I wasn’t trying to ask her
I heard the cops say he was avoiding capture
And bullets travel faster than them overweight bastards
See the system will clap you, life will pass you
Or thugs will blast you, into life after
Tell christ the master, we live like we have to
We wan’t feeling thirsty, we didn’t like the pastor
Plus thugs ain’t tryina sing in the choir
They tryina sling with the fiends desire
The cream’s higher, but the routine will try ya
And teams inspire, metal fiends get fire
Until dreams aspire
I’m in this fucked up, but it’s the truth man
This hip hop thing has a stigma attached to it
If we stop bein ignorant and listen to each other
And respect each other
There’ll be more of each other
And then they’ll have no choice but to respect us
It was all a dream, though it seemed way before my teens
I was a fiend for the scene but it’s not what it seems
I mean, we live for the moment but shouldn’t live in it
Just because we stopped living a dream
Don’t mean it finished
They only like you when you fit an image or picture gimmick
I guess that’s why I’m on the outfield...
Everything in the crowd witness that wanna live this part for me
Cause they put you on the hit list
This is reality, before you make a salary
And get rid of calamities, and forces that are damaging
Before the other forces of this fortress start on battering
Hammering, shattering, what the hell is happening
No title can claim me, I reign supreme on my own
You only dream to be sitting the place I call my home
Nobody ever blow me, I should purge after glory
To avoid judges and purgatory, which is half the story
Of heaven and hell, sure I make records that sell
Plus spar with the best, rep my words is weapons as well
I reck it, that my intention was nothing less then to excell
And fulfill the thrill that also leaves me empty as hell
Well, despite the rhyme... increasing with the crime rate
And that’s my mind state, there’s no coming back
You respect the drum, kept that you respect the gun clap
You talk about it, but I stay seing bodies
What they motherfuckin talk about it
Little motherfucker with heat,
Wanna be but nigga 6 feet deep
I don’t wanna live no more
So o I can hear death knocking at my front door
Violate me and get beat to death
Good fellows squeeze every shell they got left
Follow these dreams you have mad bread to break up
If not, it’s 24 years on the wake up, on the wake up.
