Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come On, artist - Danse
Date of issue: 27.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Come On |
When you’re a genius, you’re alone because you’re unique |
Stress be making you skinny, they ask do you eat |
These niggas worshipping devils, if that’s who you seek |
Watch my calligraphy boxcutter design your cheek |
I gave them jewels they could rock like they favorite pair of shoes |
When they don’t salute you for that is when they break the rules |
Uhh, I could change the game in one bar |
Verses full of whips but you never seen them in one car |
My miracle pen’s inspired by lyrical men |
No phony gods or fake spiritual friends, nah |
I done prophecized massacres |
I made the pain feel good for the masochists |
I shot, the salad that they tried to make you toss |
Funny shit, you still gimme your ass to kiss |
Flatbush is a place for inner city dreams |
And they can shoot those down aiming the illest beam |
You’ve got the words to change a nation |
But you’re biting your tongue |
You’ve spent a lifetime stuck in silence afraid you’ll say something wrong |
If no one ever hears it how we gunna learn your song? |
So come on, come on |
Come on, come on |
I’m like the real life teacher from Breaking Bad |
But what I’m selling these students is so they could pass |
Not to the after life, to the path that’s right |
So they won’t never have to bag the white |
I’m a martyr and these bars’ll go on forever |
Like the 8 that was worn by Gary Carter |
M16 for the politics |
I 50 cal Barrett the bureaucracy- ain’t nobody stopping me |
Shape shifter bars lift niggas focused on dropping me |
Tell them niggas drop they flag, Ed Hochuli |
Most people gonna hear that and gotta Google it |
Ill take the game and won’t give it back on some frugal shit |
When you street smart you keep the strap lifted |
But when you book-smart you can’t get blacklisted |
When you both the world is yours because you that gifted |
I bit my tongue too long and almost half ripped it |
You’ve got the words to change a nation |
But you’re biting your tongue |
You’ve spent a lifetime stuck in silence afraid you’ll say something wrong |
If no one ever hears it how we gunna learn your song? |
So come on, come on |
Come on, come on |
I want to shout, I want to scream until the words dry out |
So put it all on the papers, I’m not afraid |
Tell them read all about it, read all about it |