Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song By Any Means, artist - Skyzoo. Album song Theo vs. JJ (Dreams vs. Reality), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.08.2012
Record label: Duck Down, The Faculty
Song language: English
By Any Means |
By any means, my enemy is in plenty reach |
So if the need is get 'em leant to get a lead |
Then shit’ll lean, like literally, hit 'em clean |
Until they clean off the mirror, like «shit is me» |
And then I’m trying to regroup thoughts |
All these plans I was making to get me moved off |
And didn’t know it, right |
Now that I know it right |
I’m ducking cameras on the corner trying to blow the lights |
Blowing lights, car covered in scars, cutting the smog |
And the smoke screens under the stars, what a facade |
When the smoke seems up and beyond I bust a U-ey |
I’m Old School, all of my slang is that truly |
Pardon me if I’m different |
Part of me’s reminiscing |
And part of me’s 20/20 |
So part of me wouldn’t miss it |
Part of me’s Montclair and part is Nautica sweats |
Part of me’s by the stairs, and part of me’s on a jet |
But all of me’s the embodiment of a Yankee fitted |
The only one who was riding up with a Yankee in it |
Fuck it though, chalk it up to the rap |
Nobody introduced me to Nia so now I’m back |
Like, can it all be so simple now? |
Can it be? |
When everyone that you a fan of is a fan of me? |
I use that to try to see what just this fandom be |
And if it don’t go as planned, then I just plan to leave |
Leave before it turns and they swear it didn’t |
By any means you saw the difference |
Raised as a witness like Jill Scott and the Jacksons |
But born the day before Christmas oh shit I’m probably backwards |
I’m living out of a wrapper |
Gold ones to be honest |
With big XLs all over them if you jocking |
Just being honest, something nobody ever is |
Relevant problems because the problem is relevance |
Invincible in the memo section |
Mo’erfuckers shoulder reading, trying to get a reflection |
By any means |
I’m trying to make it all make sense |
Or talk money on the beat so we can all pay rent |
Playing Cody Chesnutt the theme song |
Nothing but an open heart for me to lean on |
Trying to get my green grown |
Children singing out to the high heavens |
Lord please help us help us not to be clones |
Wherever we roam |
I feel the load weigh heavily telling them reload |
I just want peace though |
Peace within us are in |
Peace from within shines brighter than the stars |
And the cars and the shards of the jewel |
And the bezel, the tools to dishevel |
The views of the youth that are used as a vessel |
To tell the truth, I used to dream of it too |
But tell me, what’s an honest Commie to do? |
I mean the obvious route |
Stack it up to give it back and what not |
Instead of stack to get a pad with a yacht |
By any means, I’m trying to feed my people |
Need to do or you die |
Until I’m in the zoo in the sky |
Almighty Open am I |
By any means, my enemy was in plenty reach |
Tried to passenger seat it and balance him and me |
Shit ain’t working so now I’m trying to get where he be |
And Subzero that mo’erfucker within his sleep |
Looking down at a mirror where his pillow be |
Reached for him and got to it to keep him sleep |
No hustle involved, but I was beating me |
Know the hustle involved if should you see him leave |
Know we run to the stars whenever we in reach |
How they come through in cars that we don’t seem to see |