Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weight of the World, artist - Black Moon. Album song War Zone Revisited, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.11.2005
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Weight of the World |
| Yeah, I know you can relate to this shit right here |
| Feelin like you got a lot of weight |
| Sometimes you wanna bomb never hesitate, bomb first |
| Hold ya head up yo, get up yo |
| Got all these stressed out niggas with firearms |
| Prepare, get ready they about to bomb |
| First one hit usually an innocent civillian |
| Shot by the elevator dead up in the building |
| I’m illin' of the chill I got |
| Through my spine last night when I heard the shot |
| Took flight, cos I know that the Gods is right |
| Telling me you gonna make it when there’s hard in life |
| And the stripes that you gain through the streets is pain |
| No matter how many motherfuckers is slain |
| Hold your head son, maintain |
| Fuck getting the tumour in your brain |
| Mutherfuck the rumour that you on came (?) |
| Simple and plain, like piece of the pie |
| It’s the hustle to get yours, Nigga I can’t lie |
| I’m addicted to the high life, the wild life |
| Make the stress go by easy, when the bomb right |
| The weight of the world is on my shoulder |
| But, everyday I wake I find myself I’m getting bolder |
| As I annihilate, plus dominate |
| Thinking of ways to rise up, like a republican prominent |
| In the bomb state of thinking |
| Sometimes, life is like quicksand, if not watching your step |
| You end up sinkin |
| So pay close attention, don’t be blinkin' |
| Cos you might miss the entire point of the words that we speakin' |
| Holding the weight of the world (bomb first) |
| Holdin the weight on my shoulder (booya!) |
| The weight o' the world’s on my shoulder |
| I’m never gettin younger, only gettin older |
| As I, walk the streets with stress |
| Hold my head, cos the more I finesse |
| Tap the plate on my bullet proof vest, YES! |
| I’m strapped in tight |
| Cos I feel like some shit gonna happen tonight |
| I been eyein' a lot of niggas, closin' up |
| Eye on my jewellery, they frozen up (rock rock rock rock) |
| Wanna stick me why? |
| How come? |
| Jealous cos my shit is sophis, I don’t fuck wit' none of them |
| Commercial rap get the Originno gunn clapp |
| Believe me, stress on my brain, roll a sack of that |
| Shit that’d make the devil dissolve |
| Holdin the world spinning on my shoulders wit' no prob |
| 5 o' cock on the dot |
| I, I’m up performing callisthenics |
| While the muslims are making salot (?) |
| And the Devil plots |
| The pressures of life got me rock |
| Plus my ambitions fired up, I just can’t stop |
| Been singing broke too long, time for a new song |
| Rest in peace to 2strong (?), cos reddaman is still new born |
| The world’s been warned |
| You get tooken out like a pawn in this game |
| Or get caught flashin' and flossin' at fame |
| But, trials and tribulations force me, to claim what’s mine |
| Plus blow mine, (mine!) meaning! |
| What I work and struggle hard for |
| To the end of my existence, yes I’ll die for |
| The rules and regulations, all God’s laws |
| Laying it down, under the ground |
| Until the surface hardcore |
| Pushin' to become a rich man once poor |
| Tell you to your face, you ain’t ready for the war |
| (rock rock rock rock) |