Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear You know I did it So don't violate or you get violated The hip hop sound is well agitated Won't ever waste no time
like dogwood, between the pine, wind Twenty-fo' stores with malt for sale, still fetchin' water Out the well, help em size, find the grind, find the times Where the times
a man in Brooklyn {just to watch him die} (F) Dropping Names (Take PCP) He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost He thrusts his fists
m not wasting my time with bullshit and lies you're talking too much I wont waste my time so I raise my voice and I raise my fist ill see you in the end
So try to weigh it out with the truth laid out (stop the gossip) Thats just played out theres more to ya life than underground rap What you waste all ya time
[Music and Lyrics by Sielck] Another wasted night ahead another wasted day stuck in a dead end with a monster in your head feeding on your energy taking
mother sailed to the moon on her senior trip You were a sprout in time, a smile on her lips She blew all her money the very first day On a fist full
prove That I'll get home with my imagination If they find the body in the basement In the very house that she was raised in I?m taking down The number of the times
chance Against the gods - (this is) our retribution Against the gods - in the hands of fate Hail to the oppressed...Errow be your guide Now raise your fists
have been sent I seek to strengthen you, cause I understand We are not here by our own hand We are the rising, foretold by Simeon Raise your fists as
, Hell does anybody make it, I dona??t know but Ia??m done with this fake shit, Hold up my hand and Ia??ll ball it in a raised fist; Dona??t get it
ya'self a huge ditch. Dumb muhfucka', now you facin' two bids An' can't even run from the law, you too sick. Jerome wasted no time in findin' where dude
avoid bein stuck and blazed up Laced up, struck from the waste up, embraced by the muts in the cut Bullets sizzle up, leave you fist fucked, intense
media controls it. Can't you see the dead children, blood in the street? Every fist that you raise is a corpse at your feet. Every time you are bought
the ends all type of tools, get paid maintain from day to day, all I wanna do is get blazed then raise the game, I aint trying to get caged and waste
blind to read the signs So don't waste your time a?Cause this world goes round The world goes round and round I promised myself that I would never raise my fist
feet, you die livin short but sweet Street crime, time is money, nigga don't waste mine Dispose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time Lookin at
musty So try to weigh it out with the fruit laid out (stomp the bastard) Thats just played out theres more to ya life than underground rap What you waste all ya time