Blue Scholars - Hussein lyrics

rate me

Yo.

This ain't the hope or the change you imagined

They turned 20 to 30 because the 40's a rabbit

All the 50 60 70's and 80's are laughing

All the way to the bank man and back to the mansion

But we assassins on stage, post modern day Hamlets

Watching y'all rest way more than the Sabbath

Got the fire in my chest like I'm Iron Man

Mashing through the I-5 traffic, a glorious bastard

Laborious tasks, we gettin buried with taxes

But we'd gladly pay more if they covered our backs huh

We never thought we'd outlive Michael Jackson

Let's go back to sinning, later for forgiveness

In a space, no (datas) can fit in

It's simple man, I black out, you backed out in a second

Cuz see I'm done makin', all the raps you have taken

I'm done takin' the one I was given, I'm makin' a

New lane, true king, run thangs, like I do, brand new

Middle name's Hussein, who's game, who you?!

Nah, it's too little, too late

What happens when you think patience always means way.

But may you never feel things like

Desperation in your life like fiends right

Scrapin resin out a pipe dream,

cleaner than Mike's Nikes in 93, don't mind me,

When the people get up and blow out the candle

I been dope since you had to get up to change the channel

I main handle frame

All your pictures is claimed

The only thing I'm afraid of is staying the same

And I heard that from denizen kane

I spit flames now my names get embedded in chains. Now,

record labels no better than chains

I playin' chess, stayin' 4 steps ahead of the game

Pay respects to the vets, except those who don't know better than to give us our space

Cause you see I'm done making, all the raps you have takin'

I'm done taking the one I was given

I'm making a new lane, true (kane), run things, like I do, brand new

Middle name's Hussein, who's game, who you?!

Nah, it's too little, too late

What happens when you think patience always means wait.

Yo.

Who ever say, 'the economy is great'

Ain't never seen the places where they neighbors had a say

There's nothing left here, we gotta go there

We gotta go where ever there be dough

And even with no mirror, they closer than they appear

And the good shit we do guarantee you never hear

You got money, the recession ain't a thing cause

Many people loss few people's gain, brah

You ask me, that's a effed up arrangement

The question is are you fed up enough to change it

And if you can't, we can still relate

But when the new people come, better get out the way

New lane, true (kane), run thangs, like I do, brand new

Middle name's Hussein, who's game, who you?!

Nah, it's too little, too late

What happens when you think patience always means wait.

New lane, true (kane), run thangs, like I do, brand new

Middle name's Hussein, who's game, who you?!

Nah, it's too little, too late

What happens when you think patience always means wait.

Thanks to Dan The Man for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Crystal Rainbow for correcting these lyrics