I listened to this song when I had a shutdown a few years ago and now I come back to it remembering listening to it and now knowing the artists and it’s amazing
This is a feat, and thank you for it, but did you pitch correct Em? He sounds so off tune, which is not him, and the rest sound like their regular flow
Cant lose your soul numb nutz. The earth gives it along with the aid of a few other spheres. The supreme spirit gives a piece of itself to each earthling. It tears itself to give life in million and trillions of different points of view or beacons. Your social security card is them taking you metaphorical soul its your account for documentation of worker. If you think you sold your soul for music your a goob the moment you identify with the name the vessel the good and forget your the entity anf you were given total dominion over this realm, that dearh cant even be a possibilty. Yall slower the gary the snail its unreal. Your concious daily living is your soul dreaming. You go to sleep and go back to the collective soul. To indulge in dumb shit imagine if you will coming down into these vessels just to stiir the devil or some shit no matter what way you see it. Yall steal souls and try and make it look like a morher fucker has sold his soul to justify your own german ass murder bullshit
Okay I was gone for a minute but I'm back now Sit the fuck back down Seem like everybody nowadays Hollywood Oh it's like that now? I'ma show you mothafuckas how to act now I'ma show 'em how to act I'ma show you, show you, show you, show you I'ma show 'em how to act Okay now picture little Bobby just a youngin' runnin' 'round With his mans, hammer in his hands, feelin' like the man Run, mothafucka, run 'Fore the popo get the gun, put it to your brain like goddamn! Everybody know you ain't about it Everything you talk about I know I can live without it Red light, stop, green light, go! Everything ain't what it seem like Mothafucka I know! Hold up, what you mean, where you been? Bitch I been in This is merely the beginning again What you been living in? A box, under the bridge, like Anthony Kiedis? Looking for something to complete us And maybe lead us, fuck an elitist Hell of a long way from equal is how they treat us Body of a builder with the mind of a fetus Turn on the television and see the vision they feed us And I wish I could erase that, face facts Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something Everybody love, everybody know, how it go Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something Everybody love, everybody know I been knockin' doors down like a Jehovah witness God as my witness, I'm with this But on the real I think I need another witness! If it was 1717, black daddy, white momma wouldn't change a thing Light skin mothafucka certified as a house nigga Well I'll be God damned, go figure In my blood is the slave and the master It's like the devil playin' spades with the pastor But he was born with the white privilege! Man what the fuck is that? White people told me as a child, as a little boy, playin' with his toys I should be ashamed to be black And some black people look ashamed when I rap Like my great granddaddy didn't take a whip to the back Not accepted by the black or the white I don't give a fuck, praise God, I could see the light Everybody talkin' 'bout race this, race that Wish I could erase that, face facts Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something Everybody love, everybody know, how it go Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something Everybody love, everybody know Okay I was gone for a minute but I'm back now Sit the fuck back down Seem like everybody nowadays Hollywood Oh it's like that now? I'ma show you mothafuckas how to act now I'ma show 'em how to act I'ma show you, show you, show you, show you I'ma show 'em how to act
Yeah, when I grow up, you know what I wanna be? Take a seat, let me tell you my ridiculous dreams I wanna rap, yeah, I know it's hard to believe And I can tell you're already thinkin' I will never succeed But I'm okay with it, I admit the lyrics are weak I been workin' on 'em, I'll be good eventually I understand you gotta crawl before you get to your feet But I been running for a while, they ain't ready for me, ah I know this probably isn't really realistic And honestly, I might not ever make a difference But that don't make a difference, I'ma have to risk it I been crunchin' numbers, you ain't gotta be a mathematician And see the odds ain't rootin' for me I can't lie though, it's kinda how I like it to be The underdog, yeah, you probably think you know what I mean But what I'm saying is they ever push me, I'm gonna swing, yeah I could go to college, get in debt like everybody else Graduate and probably get a job that doesn't pay the bills That don't make a lot of sense to me, forget the Happy Meals I don't like the dollar menu, I would rather make a meal Huh? Make a mil'? Nah, I said make a meal Home-cookin', get the grill, how you want it? Pretty well? Everything I see is overdone to me, I'm not Adele But I'ma get a record deal and say hello to mass appeal When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin' 'bout the way I feel, oh yeah I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will, oh yeah I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills, oh yeah Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up Yeah, ayy When I grow up Yeah, yeah, ayy I'ma make 'em notice me, rhymin' like it's poetry Everything I oversee, I just like to overthink Mockin' me, you pay the fee, no return and no receipts Those of you that don't believe, quiet, you don't know a thing Quiet when I'm tryna sing, quiet when I'm making beats Quiet when I'm tryna think, sorry, I don't mean to scream I just feel like no one really gets me and it's sad to see 'Cause someday I'ma grow up and show all of you it's meant to be, yeah Anybody wanna hear me rap? (No) Come on, let me play a couple tracks (no) Come on, I can spit it really fast (no) You think I should throw this in the trash? (No) Tricked you, haters, go away before I hit you I am not a beggar or a kiss-up You don't understand? Well, I forgive you I am not a quitter, you ain't really think that, did you? Maybe someday I could even be up on the radio Have a tour bus and maybe even play a couple shows Everybody in the crowd singin' every word I wrote Tellin' me that I am not the only one that feels alone Huh? You feel alone? Yeah, I kinda feel alone Wonder if that feelin' ever goes away when you get old Will I ever make it as an artist? I don't really know Might not make a lot of dough, I'ma have to try it, though When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin' about the way I feel, oh yeah I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will, oh yeah (yeah) I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills, oh yeah (okay) Might not be the best in my field (ayy) But I guarantee that I'ma die real (ayy, oh) When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills (woo) Rappin' about the way I feel, oh yeah (yeah, the way I feel) Yeah, I just want to make a couple mil' (ayy) Leave it to the fam in the will, oh yeah (to the fam in the will) I just want to sign a record deal (woo) Maybe buy a house up in the hills, oh yeah (a house up in the hills) Yeah, I might not be the best in my field (ayy) But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up
I've loved this remix for years and never commented. Now I want to say these boys, along with others that are carrying big names, want to speak, and finally are. About who is is running the show. I'll be back
