We all eat, we all shit, we all breathe We all fuck, we all love, we all need We all pray, we all hope, we all dream We all live, we all die, we all bleed
[Verse 1: Sabac]
I write twelve bars and incite the minds of twelve gods Hell's hard, we live in it, existence is our differences Non Phixion is like ministers, walk the earth until it finishes ? jails and free prisoners ? We gotta fight for justice, I does it on some freedom by the thug shit You love it, know your enemies, pull your gat and bust it Trust it, I'm tight-minded, sight the blinded Reminded of times when we was young, toy guns was fun Things done changed, the game's real life Mothers cry, My baby died last night! Living dusted, glass pipes Poverty bothers me, it's hard to be peaceful When they got you trapped and won't release you till there's true equality I rhyme disturbed and angry only to offer opportunity Regardless of conditions I've got love for my community Break immunity, drug sales, overpopulated jails If you care then I'll express how it feels
[Chorus x 2]
[Verse 2: Ill Bill]
Hey yo I plan to a billionaire, God forgive me for my evil To doing really fucked up things to good people I rob the rich man, try to make the world equal To buy my moms a crib, dawg, I'm down to hurt people The dirt we do, guaranteed that I'm going to Hell Going to war, going to jail, going to die Bust a slug in the air, drown in my own blood, sweat, and tears Spirit wishing I busted first but I failed Fuck that, I'm a survivalist liable to fire full clips In a matter of seconds, automatic weapons Splattering atoms in every direction, we wild out Savages go against the righteous It's like the AIDS virus, kill you and there ain't no cure It's like putting out an album but there ain't no tour It's like fiending for some pussy but there ain't no whore It's like you hungry for food but there ain't no more It's like you fucking with me is like going to war Throw you off the top of a building, you going to fall It's like walking through the mall just holding my balls Everything is everything and the same go for all of y'all
[Chorus x 2]
[Verse 3: Goretex]
I ride the path of enlightenment, blast with the hands I fight with ? welfare, fatigues, knives, and ice picks I know my crib's bugged, equipped with pipe bombs and drugs planted My guns jamming, how the fuck you sing about love? Until my son's standing grown man I'll show you it's bugged We build pyramids, Aztecs, militant thugs Perform my ritual official you can tell by the drugs ? diss you cause you can tell by the slugs I'm like ? new recruits ? millionaire recluse, computer faggots typing their truth My ? spits rounds, it's like the moshpits Pitsol lasers like we all lifers, trife like pork with nightsticks But I got something better, empty a clip in your blue sweater Who's better? Demonstrators aim at the door Assassinated by the third joint, I capture you all Your shit is manufactured, it couldn't finish the war