Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pay Attention, artist - Dizzy Wright. Album song State of Mind 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dizzy Wright, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Pay Attention |
So, I hit 'em with this purpose and this passion |
It’s hits in catalogs and my shit soundin' everlastin' |
My flows is bottomless, that’s unlimited with every basket |
These days, you can only preach religion if you on acid |
Ask your pastor 'bout the shit that he be passin' |
They teach false Greek philosophies in college classes |
That’s the reason we rock number 7 like Colin Kaepernick |
We on y’all asses, tried to burn our history to ashes |
Hold on, we the chosen ones, let me talk |
I made sure that I would have somethin' to say to y’all |
Protest peace, take a knee for justice and they chase you off |
Y’all read The New Jim Crow, we don’t even got to break the law |
We’re the new activists, I got a lot to say |
Screamin' Black Power and I’m proud of my Rasta ways |
The Black man, with a cost, no, don’t hit him with it |
Even though they did us dirty and we’re still livin' with it |
I’m trying to make this thing like a nipple piercing |
Breakin' down doors, like fuck what I’m interfering |
Fuck any nigga that secretly work for the Willie Lynch’s |
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and you |
Workin' day and night for my kids, that’s why I’m casually gone |
Black man, be better fathers, don’t be absent from home |
I’m workin' day and night, always trying to be a better man |
But the policeman don’t think that’s what I’m actually on |
Locked away like a slave, they only killin' our mindsets |
In an age of color-blindness, I tried to kill 'em with kindness |
It worked until it didn’t |
How I’m s’posed to feel when I see |
All these Black and Brown convictions, lookin' like a color convention |
We out here trying to fight a system that’s workin' against us |
Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do? |
Every day I ask myself this question |
What more do you want from me? |
Lauryn Hill’s soul flowin' through my pen (yeah) |
How you gon' win, if you ain’t right within? |
(word) |
How you gon' win, if you ain’t right within? |
(within) |
The devil is the man that tried to right the sins (talk to 'em) |
Lauryn Hill’s soul flowin' through my pen (yeah) |
How you gon' win, if you ain’t right within? |
(word) |
How you gon' win, if you ain’t right within? |
(within) |
The devil is the man that tried to right the sins |
Ancestors speakin' through me, that’s why I’m brave |
I got Harriet genetics, Motherland in me |
Just a queen in this thing with a message to bring |
The apple never falls far, so what’s the fruit without trees? |
What’s the trees without roots, we all connected like limbs |
If real recognize real, I got a soul like a hymn |
Back to more important matters, like love and Black lives |
They tried to keep us in the hole, like balls in the back nine |
But see it’s power in numbers, I ain’t talkin' the minutes |
The 15 don’t apply until we walk in the spirit |
That’s why we’re here, the plan is really simple assignments |
The Almighty behind me, got Dizzy Wright to the left of me |
Man and woman alignment, we be in sync like Justin and them |
We push on and go forward like gusts in the wind |
The 8th wonder’s really us, let me give you the proof |
If what I’m sayin' ain’t the truth, then tell me the use |
Of them killin' our youth, our rights, our sons and our daughters |
Our patriarchs and our mamas |
That’s a question that you got to ask yourself |
But always know that God’s people prevail, weather’s forever fail |
Long as we can inhale, yeah it’s Heaven wherever we at |
When the final hour comes, I pray your hearts are intact |
Forgive them Father, when it hurts so bad |
We all lost a couple ones, but stay on your path, my nigga |
Lauryn Hill’s soul flowin' through my pen (yeah) |
How you gon' win, if you ain’t right within? |
(word) |
How you gon' win, if you ain’t right within? |
(within) |
The devil is the man that tried to right the sins (talk to 'em) |
Lauryn Hill’s soul flowin' through my pen (yeah) |
How you gon' win, if you ain’t right within? |
(word) |
How you gon' win, if you ain’t right within? |
(within) |
The devil is the man that tried to right the sins |