Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Persevere, artist - MolemenDate of issue: 12.10.2004
Song language: English
Persevere |
| I swear to God I’m hungry, plus blood thirsty |
| I paid dues, but if I don’t make it who the fuck gon' reimburse me? |
| No one, so it’s up to me to remain true |
| We came through to spark it with your lame crew in plain view |
| You fantasize that you might be a star |
| Thought you got open but didn’t even get slightly ajar |
| I done seen your style before |
| A little talent and soul but when the pressure is on you fold |
| You couldn’t take the heat I guess you had enough |
| See problem is, you don’t wanna be the best bad enough |
| You ain’t hungry like me my heart pumps rocket fuel |
| I stay on my own dick like playing pocket pool |
| Seeing me is like seeing microscopic molecules |
| Think not then son put up your profits and jewels |
| You’ll be feeling me no matter what vocal pitch that I’m rhyming in |
| Style switch with perfect timing |
| And I’m outshining men with wordplay |
| I’m always in the lab |
| On the down low, seldom seen like deadbeat dads |
| A legend in the making and you can’t be one |
| Cause it takes more than just skill to be a champion |
| It takes equal parts of talent, luck and ac' |
| Charisma, qualities you certainly lack |
| We two of the industries freshest rebels |
| We don’t fuck with platinum chains, we deal with other precious metals |
| Example |
| I got a heart of gold |
| An iron will, balls of brass, nerves of steel |
| Words is real and Gee-Field can tell |
| That you don’t stand a snowballs chance in Hell to advance and prevail |
| I’m making my point perfectly clear |
| That when cats is half stepping this year we persevere |
| «Listen, we here to give the hardcore what they looking for» — Xzibit |
| «Dedicated» |
| «To those who know the deal» — Talib Kweli |
| «It ain’t a game» |
| «We ain’t afraid to bring the war» |
| No other crew gets this nice |
| We pay dues kid we live this life |
| (We living it ch’all) |
| Born to rip mics and spit shit tight |
| I show you how to rip shit right |
| Peace to my man Cap D |
| Bobby and Tone B |
| Rap be |
| More than a hobby it’s my only |
| Purpose in life |
| Ain’t shit else worth the strife |
| But mics and perfect beats, not a search for a wife |
| And fuck 9 to 5 jobs |
| Punching time cards is last in line of my probs |
| See my squad’s trying to defy odds |
| Design more hits than you find from Ty Cobb |
| Dimes and tight broads combine with nice |
| The kind of fly snobs inclined to drive Saabs |
| Trucks with phat rims plus a black Benz |
| My rap friends live plush and stack ends |
| Fuck the fads and trends |
| We’ve been down since the Jacksons, Cold Krush and back spins |
| Spin it back |
| And now we must have revenge |
| For past sins for has beens of wack hymns |
| Grab pads and pens |
| Amass mens like sailboats when I drop paragraphs and Timbs |
| Smack rims off of ducks with glass chins |
| Scuff my black Timbs I’ll bust the Mac-10's |
| Burn weak acts just like packs of Slims |
| For these cats seeking hats and brims |
| Keep cats running laps like tracks in gyms |
| These gats got 'em doing jumping jacks and back bends |
| Leave 'em soaking like a contact lens |
| When combat begins, your life contract ends |
| What happens then? |
| That depends |
| I could start swinging the ax and hacking limbs to fractions |
| And just chill, we mack slims |
| Sorta like bear traps attract skins to my lap like napkins |
| Then acts like captains and rap lords |
| Sip on half Coors |
| Piss on boards |
| Leave my jumping to pass ports |
| Wood grain dashboards or maybe a fast Porsche |
| But not if trash is |
| And if you that type you on a crash coarse with my task force |