(Instrumental)
Fire in .. (ad libitum) .. in my heart
: [feat. OnCue] Let me get my fresh on, Next on deck. I just breeze through easy, I haven't stopped yet. People give me damages Of sign of respect for
: [Chorus:] Why's this always happen, ay yo, looking in the future still feeling smothered Rappers always acting, day after day, one time after another
for more But those days are gone now Changed like a leaf on a tree Blown away forever Into the cool autumn breeze The snow has now fallen And my
many stories, and too many. Nobody listens any more to the trees All moving too fast turning birds into bees Some say the hurricane will soon be a breeze
leavin these motherfuckers shot They ain't ready for the Nakamici I flip this shit like I'm Kamaneze Now dey a motherfuckin see me They try to breeze
will pray in your name At war...! No mercy on your blade Nor sign of a small benevolence Never look back or future will clit your throat Why we fought
2:] Somebody tell me Becuase I just can't get this right Somebody tell me Why di Gully and di Gaza fight Somebody tell me Why di leaders ain't acting
the block, leavin' these motherfuckers shot They ain't ready for the Nakamici I flip this shit like I'm Kamaneze Now dey a motherfuckin' see me They try to breeze
bustle and go Whoop, whoop I'm fully loaded, Pockets low, baby Whoop, whoop I'm comin' straight from the cold, baby Whoop, whoop I know you feelin' us That's why
good So keep your awards Just make sure the cash come on home wit the hood Young, Young, Young Gunners Chris and Neef, we the future We the future, we the future
(singer singing) If I ain't a thug why do I feel this way? Why does crime stay on my mind? And if you ain't a thug why do you front so bad? You're
singing in the salty breeze Spiders are filling out tax returns Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies On a private beach in Michigan Why can'
