Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rise Up, artist - Jon Connor. Album song Unconscious State, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.07.2013
Record label: All Varsity
Song language: English
Rise Up |
Look where we headed, niggas want baby mamas instead of weddings |
They holler «she crazy» — you knew that before you got her pregnant |
Visualize the dream of Malcolm and Martin opposite |
We all God’s children, making the devil’s adoption list |
Free will keep overriding our common sense |
Born with a conscious, but over time we build up a tolerance |
Immunity to scrutiny, that’s just how the world turn |
And Alfred taught me some people just want to watch the world burn |
Ashes to ashes after flashes of decisions made |
The world disintegrates, that’s shallow, just take centre stage |
As I pen this page, some would say that I’m a renegade |
Cleanin' out my closet, I’m just man enough to renovate |
Seduction or corruption’ll have us all fucked |
Before we all stuck, see the light before we awestruck |
Back to that baby mama, nigga, here your little boy come |
Lifetime to build a future, only seconds to destroy one |
Rise — they say my methods is a weapon |
Say hello to Mr. AK47 |
Send me to the jeweller or the reverend |
Cause I’m 'bout to spray this extra clip I left in |
So rise, motherfucker, rise |
Oh, what’s the point? |
You will die or probably commit suicide to this joint |
My nigga, they say my message is a weapon |
Say hello to Mr. AK47 |
Before they close my casket, I want my words to reach to the masses |
Before they have me in shackles sayin' I didn’t pay my taxes |
We laughing, but what’s wack is that this shit could actually happen |
Shit is real life, the lights and the cameras is just distractions |
Spoon sped out the mob from the time we open our eyes |
We don’t try to seek the truth, we more comfortable with the lies |
Like if I told you black was blue and you never knew all this time |
Or 1+1 was really 3, you’d go out of your fucking mind |
Kids is suicidal, homicidal, wanna be famous |
Hopin' that the video of the trial gon' go viral |
How we’ve spiralled as a generation, not enough answers |
Too many questions, I close my eyes and count my blessings |
I’m realistic about this life, shit, that’s why I write shit |
That’ll make a nigga think twice and focus on the right shit |
When happiness ain’t got a price, man, that shit is priceless |
But it takes some folks they whole life to recognize this, so |
Violence begets violence, but killers respect the silence |
Not religious, but I still pray to God and respect the science |
We’re deaf when the kids is crying, and stare when the TEKs is firing |
So we the endangered species, they’d rather protect the lions |
In the Matrix looking for Zion, dying by the gat |
Is as American as the bacon that they’re frying with the fat |
They lying, them niggas flat when they clappin' at 'em like blap |
Your opinion on the matter don’t matter, matter of fact |
They be aiming it at our back cause we market it as a target |
Went from modern day prophets to martyrs dying for profit |
Went from body rockin' to molly popping |
Niggas will probably wipe your heart |
Probably stop at the sight of this nigga rockin' |
At the supermarket shopping |
Trying to cop a shotgun with a debit card |
Listening to demagogues |
Who’s representing Brooklyn like Decepticons |
This is the new Renaissance |
My accountant get 5% cause he respect the godsAnnotate |