Lyrics Say (What) - Clear Soul Forces

Say (What)

Lemme bust one time, lemme bust one time
Lemme bust two times, lemme bust two times
Lemme bust one time, lemme bust one time
Lemme bust two times, lemme bust two times
Yea, I’m 'bout to bust right now, like a fuckin' freestyle
I’m talking about your bubble, nigga you in trouble
Thinking racist people really gonna love you
Nigga got him a salary and think he peanut butter
Lemme tell you something you don’t know
The object is to really make you feel like you can grow
Make your monthly payment and increase your credit score
You can’t get no promotion but they use you for promo, ay yo
My soho scroll so flows get froze
Your toes get swole from all that kicking low no low blow
My cocoa fro engulf yo ho so bro she chose
Don’t even stress it though, smoke mo' bowls
'Cause we be tripping dog, I thought like tipping off
I stopped fucking around and now you think I’m getting soft
I rap at a thousand kilometers per record, boy
syllable record, boy
See Ilajide what, mama gave me that name
And I don’t kinda play what with my thing
And that’s a lot of things, what, passion and the fans
I brought a lot of bank, what,
Lemme bust one time, lemme bust one time
Lemme bust two times, lemme bust two times
Lemme bust one time, lemme bust one time
Lemme bust two times, lemme bust two times
Somebody told me I was never gonna make it
I turn my back upon that notion, no there’s no second of hesitation
No thinking, mush a motherfucka’s interests looking vacant
Detroit, where even women and children behave abrasive
I love it, but hit the Matrix on the fuckery
My lungs are full of fire, belly empty and a nigga feeling hungry
Luckily, limits I push 'em so this is nothing new
Looking at me like who am I, I’m staring back like who is you
American is I’m a prisoner but not a victim
I get the opportunity, I’m raging on the system
If I call you bit-, don’t take it personal a nigga venting
Prayer written on a shell casing, busting from the MI-
I be E fuckin' Fav, what, brother gave me that name
Ain’t got no time to play, what, take no blessings in vain
You made a big mistake, what, thinking we are the same
I’m playing chess you playing checkers, what, mate that’s game
Lemme bust one time, lemme bust one time
Lemme bust two times, lemme bust two times
Lemme bust one time, lemme bust one time
Lemme bust two times, lemme bust two times
Ay yo
How do you make it in America
Where they love guns more than they children with no hysteria
The Lyrical in your area, rest in peace to my pockets
Since I decided to waste my mind power in college
To be in debt to the knowledge, chasing a mirage to get
Caught in a barrage of things that never cross your mind
They mold you in, turning in assignments to get you used to living by deadlines
Deader than lines by confinement
To put it all in writing
I’m tired of chasing the life with a life that leaves much to be desired
You check it
But I master the sea of life, they call me Poseidon
Holding the trident, swinging through these lines to make the tide shift
And why I’m different I prolly die if I don’t write lyrics
The gift and the curse of living off of killing a verse
One of the last dudes who still lack jewels, burying rap fools
Screaming out cash rules in a pair of dad shoes
Say Noveliss, what, I got that name from my kids
But see my problem is, what, I lost my closest of friends
I lost my grandma, what, and I was out in Japan
But if this record spins in heaven we get one more dance
Lemme bust one time, lemme bust one time
Lemme bust two times, lemme bust two times
Lemme bust one time, lemme bust one time
Lemme bust two times, lemme bust two times
Yo, feel like a motion picture lover
This life in living color, purple Jimi Hendrix show over
Electrify ya lady pull the curtains on us
haters, twist some fingers on 'em
Dig it now, they want more like Jay gets Encore
Frontin now they rock more than
Lost in my notebook, tend to anticipate the hook
'Cause verses underrated as Royce on Renegade is
Lyrically fit, don’t sweat my technique it gets sick
Turn your stomach just like some gin and rummy
Brandy and Hennessy, baby pour up a memory
'Cause Forces coming back with like Titos and Mickey D’s
Exhaling kush from out your vessel so breathe
You Corey Maggette, my sound clips is like machetes
Can’t fade me, I get tapered already
You know the Forces hold the strong arm steady
My name is L.A.Z., what, three letters my name
with the last shit, what, our last album was flame
Felt it was classic, what, we had to do it again
Once I rock a mic, I leave with her and a friend