Lyrics In This Dunya - Mic Righteous, Logic

In This Dunya

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I wanna fly away
Find a place
Hide away
Will I escape from this
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
I wanna fly away
Find a place
Hide away
Will I escape from this
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
I wanna fly away
Find a place
Hide away
Will I escape from this
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
I wanna fly away
Find a place
Hide away
Will I escape from this
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
Alright verse one
Let me turn up
Roll a fat one
You’re fucking with a bad one
You want it you can have some
Mic’s back son
Captain of the ship
Lift the anchor
Tried to write me off
But I’m on a different chapter
They don’t understand
I got another plan
Think I’m gone
I just keep coming back
Like cancer (uh!)
I’m fucking active (ooh!)
When you hear them ad lib’s
It’s gang shit
And again, the man again
You’re mad again
I went missing like Madeleine
They thought I’d never rap again
But how about, no
Bow down hoe
Sticking 'round, in your house
With the fucking liquor out
The only competition
Is the man that’s in the mirror now
Dealing with a different
Kind of spirit in my lyrics
I’mma fly away
Kill the entire game
I know you felt some type of way
I’ll lay them flowers by your idols graves
I wanna fly away
Find a place
Hide away
Will I escape from this
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
I wanna fly away
Find a place
Hide away
Will I escape from this
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
I wanna fly away
Find a place
Hide away
Will I escape from this
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
I wanna fly away
Find a place
Hide away
Will I escape from this
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
The world we’re living in is a mess
Trump wants the East to go to war with the West
The real virus is the fear they’re tryna pump in your chest
Speak it out yeah and it will manifest
But first let me address all this
Clout being the new cool
I’m not impressed
'Cus you never knew about Nipseys hustle
Until he laid to rest
I wanna fly away or make a nest
Man down
Face pushed against the barrel
I won’t stand down
I’ve got a plan now
I plan to execute the revolution
I say saluting means solution
If the world’s losing then we’re losing too
No farms, then there’s no food for you
Don’t get it twisted like a Rubik’s cube
No Tesco, oi let’s go and rob a bank
But all the money’s gone
And credit cards are the new cash
This dunya halas
I’m not a part of the destruction
I’m teaching the next gen how to function
How to catch a truncheon yeah
And twist his hand and disarm him
Take the truncheon back and rass him
Fam it’s gone past my dark skin
Now it’s a who’s the richest and it’s a class ting
Who made the rules?
Is what I’m asking
I’m not Islamic, but I need to start fasting
Stop taking in all these fuckeries they’re feeding us
Turn the telly off and read a book
The truth’s here you just need to look
A pen and pad is how I cook
I’m never shook, never Dizzee, I am not a mook (yea)
They try and lock me up and throw away the key
'Cus I went against what they believe
Now imagine if the sky fell would you catch it?
Or would you just take cover and watch the world crashing?
See I’mma catch it by myself
'Cus my soul can’t rely on no one else
I’ve been taught that
I wanna fly away
Find a place
Hide away
Will I escape from this
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
I wanna fly away
Find a place
Hide away
Will I escape from this
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
I wanna fly away
Find a place
Hide away
Will I escape from this
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
I wanna fly away
Find a place
Hide away
Will I escape from this
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya
Dunya, d-dunya, dunya