Lyrics Tha Numbas - Clear Soul Forces

Tha Numbas

You hear us coming nigga
Fab Five shit, bitch
Now don’t get caught up in the numbers
Don’t get caught up in it
No get caught up in it, be
Three hundred and sixty-five
Times five times live
Plus real minus lies
You powerless when divided
Don’t get caught up in it
No (x4)
No don’t get caught up in it
No (x3) be
Three hundred and sixty-five
Times five times live
Plus real minus lies
You powerless when divided
Don’t get caught up in it
Lord knows a nigga trying to come up
Like helium balloons
Blow a hundred, god we trust
Numbers, rule, everything, around me
Been counting dollar bills
Chase cream, I be the king
Been having dreams
I fell asleep inside the Range
Rover with a quarter tank of fuel I’m bumping Hova
The Blueprint, track two
Contemplating my takeover
Break is over
1st day of school my detention on the board
Three and a thirteenth of an inch and away from greatness
Push my way through all that fake shit
Just to run into hatred
Amazing, it seems society really could do a number on us
Quarter zip to make time still, the daily fixture
Another forty ounce of liquor
Complete the circle of sickness
Fiends flocking to the sixteens
Just to channel the friction
We do it for clock and digits
Picture vivid as a fifty inch plasma
Welcome my brethren, Detroit
One hundred eighty seven, check it
Now don’t get caught up in the numbers
Don’t get caught up in it
No get caught up in it, be
Three hundred and sixty-five
Times five times live
Plus real minus lies
You powerless when divided
Don’t get caught up in it
No (x4)
No don’t get caught up in it
No (x3) be
Three hundred and sixty-five
Times five times live
Plus real minus lies
You powerless when divided
Don’t get caught up in it
Dont get caught up in the digits
You can elude minimum wage
And get paid ten bucks an hour to wash dishes
The two dimensional ways of rappers this day and age
Provide the glasses so you see in 3-D
When we Bubba Ray shit
Eighty-eight BPM
Four eight balls (?)
Thats thirty-two ways to die
The verbage of LAZ and them
Down for the count
Raps throwing twelve inch vinyl
Like Kung Lao hats
Slicing through two cyphers
To find one face to wear like a Shao Khan mask
Picking up the other mask and dash, Kabal
Run to the pastor, couple of time gaps with a DeLor
Hitting the stage one ninety-eight and rock with a yes yall
Wouldn’t believe this industry (?) fast
Forever what by what by what
Two decades (?)
(?) is equal to three dates
Fuck this intimacy (?)
Fuck your TV, we ddt over dd’s like Jake Snake
This is my city
Three one three seven five that two four eight
Now wait wait
We bubble quick like Kirk Castile and shake weights
After maximum intake of your favorite (?)
Ay ay ay
We move your fake-tonic plates, take your earthquakes
Demolition from Michigan
Listen now take a survey
Ay ay ay
Now don’t get caught up in the numbers
Don’t get caught up in it
No get caught up in it, be
Three hundred and sixty-five
Times five times live
Plus real minus lies
You powerless when divided
Don’t get caught up in it
No (x4)
No don’t get caught up in it
No (x3) be
Three hundred and sixty-five
Times five times live
Plus real minus lies
You powerless when divided
Don’t get caught up in it