ELZHI

ELZHI - The Science lyrics

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We have to understand that we're talking about our survival and nothing else

Whether or not this beautiful race of people is going to survive on the Earth

That's what we are talking about, nothing else

Shots bust in (nothing else), cops rush in, on niggaz hustlin

You know the science of money is substance

The evils, my peoples, live illegal

Stack dough that equals

To large amounts, that's hard to count (yeah)

I blow an ounce and watch the plot thicken

We on the block pitchin

While the cops watch with optic vision

Listen, my hood is chaos, it never sleeps

Crime's got us knee deep in the streets

Uh, between the sheets

I write verses, while the Devil curses

Watchin young kingpins get put in hearses

The fiends lurkin for the dream merchant

Their last days seems certain (uh huh)

He overdose before they close the curtain

Tryin to tackle the grind

Stress hard on my soul and shackle my mind (we have to understand)

Makin my heart cold and my head hot

Cause's bread not

Comin in and I'm losin my cool

Like the summer wind strollin through (we're talking about our survival)

My goal is to stand on the bottom of my feet again

Even if it means robbin then I got 'em in the street in

Broad day and no this ain't of God's way, so I'm hopin (and nothing else)

If opportunity knocked, then mine locked, doors open

I'm livin fast, but cash is movin slow in motion

I'm goin through ups and downs like I'm roller coastin

Ridin, hidin feelings behind a wide grin

I almost died inside when I couldn't provide ends

Meet, wish I could say life's been sweet

In street drama, the thermometer blends heat

Heat, I'm tryin to find a way, depression is grew high

I search for a blue sky, but I'm seein signs of gray

I got a line I say, if I come with two and combine a trey

Add a fourth, I watch how these words on a pad'll morph into a rhyme

This might get me out the sewer grime

Many get stuck, few'll climb

They pursue a crime because my city's so poor

My nigga Jay got killed robbin his video store

Tryin to provide for his seed

Seed he felt his world cavin in, before the day that he bleed

And indeed, greed will fuck your mind if you give it brain

Or give it head, that's one the same

As long as blood's runnin through my hundred veins

It'll come together whether the weather is sun or rain

Tryin to tackle the grind

Stress hard on my soul and shackle my mind (whether or not)

Makin my heart cold and my head hot

Cause's bread not

Comin in and I'm losin my cool

Like the summer wind strollin through (this beautiful race of people)

My goal is to stand on the bottom of my feet again

Even if it means robbin then I got 'em in the street in

Broad day and no this ain't of God's way, so I'm hopin

If opportunity knocked, then mine locked, doors open (to survive on the Earth)

It's been another murder, where it never shine, shine

Hustlers off in these streets, agin like fine wine

Ever the lost souls at the age of nine, grind

Grew eyes in the back of my head for who behind mine

That backstab, smack dab in your stacked abs 'til it black scab

Feel the pressure like cracked crab

They say the streets is watchin

When clicks meet they leave you six feet inboxed in

The block's been good to the hood, got hella bad

Some young fellas that caught slippin, can tell he sad

Fuck it, that's how it go, you just got to keep your eyes peeled

Heard about some guys killed inside my old junior high's field

They said a crackhead did it for white powder

He fiendin and so he left 'em leanin, I seen 'em

To just a day ago, that's the way it go

Where they ain't payin dough, so get to layin low (low)

Man, make you want to do somethin crazy man

Get on that Tupac, +Juice+ tip

Get to robbin a liquor store or somethin (somethin...)

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