Man I never said I rap from slums or I pack a gun But look around and at what that old booms bat’s become Banging bullets, bitches, beamers, rebels, and blunts And I’m just trying to be myself and stay ahead of the bunch And muster up a buck for this rap peddler’s lunch But at crunch time man these rhymes seem never enough And shit what the fuck you think we give um on stage Whose spinning those synonyms living on a minimum wage Chippin’ away flipping the page just ink in the pain Contained in this modern day age citizen Cain But fuck it in a perfect storm you don’t abandon ship We stand with fists and spit tattered manuscripts Navigating off moonshine and spin these rhymes Into cloth in our sails on a crimson tide And every song we wrote while on this boat Was raised to catch the wind of the common folk Armies of mad troops unite and work underground Harvesting grass roots to fight and stare adversity down A worldwide revolution on a fleet of these boats Scrubbing the decks of the craft that keeps us afloat
It’s like I’ll feel like that one day MC fortairer[?] It’s the hip hop community It’s from the MC [?] It’s peace love and unity This is worldwide (you know the struggle) Worldwide (you know the hustle) This is a worldwide sound sea Hip-hop community Rappers with no boundaries They can do anything This is worldwide (you know the struggle) Worldwide (you know the hustle) (I love you)
Octa from France (Eso) Bliss N Eso This is hip hop blues that what we’re talking about There’s a part of every MC that’s walking this route
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There’s no margin to my magic, there’s no borders to my writing There’s no part to end the madness hit that all of us are fighting And it’s funny to think that countries can link Through peace on a page to the blood that runs through my ink So let’s celebrate the fact that I levitate a track And the devils I do away with will never make it back This bricks, bats, and badgers - pigs, rats, and taxes Five finger discounts for kids acting savage And that’s the way that game is played Peace and war putting pressure on the same days I’m trying to maintain, keep a focused mind That’s probably why their rhymes aren’t as dope as mine See I fight for the free bro fuck their money I steal toilet paper from local public dunnies And there’s nothing funny about that or how broke we get So to the system shit I show no respect And that television it got um brain washed Different names it’s a shame it’s the same song That’s why we huddle and burn this broccoli Cause they know it takes a lifetime to earn the lottery