Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make Noise, artist - Rhymefest. Date of issue: 18.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Make Noise |
| Two pieces in my pocket |
| How I’m supposed to make noise? |
| All praise due to my mama |
| Had to raise up these boys |
| But I feel like today that the world is mine |
| Like all praises due, it’s just a matter of time |
| Yeah, yeah! |
| How you raise a household with your mouth closed? |
| All this negativity let the child grow |
| Everything somebody say don’t take it personal |
| We all spiritual people don’t go to church no more |
| Tarik, it’s time to hit 'em with another purpose |
| We’ve been quiet long enough I got some other urges |
| Plus my grand he’s nervous, he believe in curses |
| We roll deep: 50 Caddies and a couple hearses |
| The music was was on, I knew he was gone |
| The best house he ever had was a funeral home |
| I don’t wanna be here without you, I can’t do it alone |
| Hope you’re proud of what I do with this song |
| Slinging packs when I knew it was wrong, screwing girls with a woman at home |
| Having babies trying to prove I was strong |
| But real power is your willpower |
| Insecure niggas never get to feel power |
| Got your life in a pickle when the deal’s sour |
| Now I’m reaching out to Christ in the Still Hour |
| Lord help me, more healthy, more wealthy |
| More first class flights, less selfies |
| Less chaos, more fine wine for the payoff |
| More champagne for the playoffs |
| They will never, turn Che off manifesting my matrix |
| Make Noise: the first song on the playlist |
| Two pieces in my pocket |
| How I’m supposed to make noise? |
| (Somebody tell me!) |
| All praise due to my mama (All praise due to my mama — she) |
| Had to raise up these boys (It ain’t easy!) |
| But I feel like today that the world is mine (yeah!) |
| Like all praises due, it’s just a matter of time |
| Yeah, yeah! |
| So I’mma make noise! |
| Yo, I’m from where threats get stabilized and neutralized |
| And where the dream was crucified and putrefied |
| Where living legends seem smaller to the naked eye |
| Even the heroes die but never say goodbye |
| Where kids that play outside may never make it home |
| And gunfire is more steady than a metronome |
| And they’re immune to it all, it’s all they’ve ever known |
| The homeboys ain’t sure, if there’s a heaven for 'em |
| The truth told get you caught up in a loophole |
| A few stones get you brought up in a group home |
| Brick and mortar and gates, for these mortal mistakes |
| Only award I know is how we are wards of the state |
| So absorbed in the hate we can’t afford to relate |
| More civil disorder, another moral debate |
| No such thing as a long time for you to wait |
| You get the shit and they gave Tom Sawyer the Cape |
| Laws that’s loyal to fakes selling snake oil to shape |
| Felons pray for an escape, hell as they boil and bake |
| Relish the soil and make due-or, prayers to a |
| Higher energy that’s out there so here’s to ya |
| Thanks for the memories, injury, dead Kennedys, enemies |
| Food, clothing, and shelter: the Holy Trinity |
| Power: that’s the remedy, how are we gonna take this? |
| Make noise: the first song on the playlist |
| Two pieces in my pocket (It's all we ever had) |
| How I’m supposed to make noise? |
| (Oh!) |
| All praise due to my mama (All praise due to my mama — she) |
| Had to raise up these boys (It ain’t easy!) |
| But I feel like today that the world is mine (yeah!) |
| Like all praises due, it’s just a matter of time |
| Yeah, yeah! |
| So I’mma make noise! |