Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Revelations, artist - The Underachievers. Album song Indigoism, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: RPM MSC
Song language: English
Revelations |
| People think that I’m lazy |
| People think that I’m this fool |
| Because I gives a fuck about the government |
| And didn’t graduate from high school |
| But I learned how it’s done |
| So I’m gonna be number one |
| Thank you Jesus for my mamma |
| Thank you bitches for my money |
| I must be outta my mind |
| Making niggas willing to open up to the light |
| Smoking good dent, yeah, nigga this must be life |
| Oh, we making moves you niggas thought we was fine |
| My nigga going off, my nigga to New York. |
| Pound fitted down like a buck, livers on my niggas' lobes |
| Two blunts, four shreds and a middle dough |
| We get enough from the motherfucker river smoke |
| Born to lead a generation through storm |
| In a time so hard while you niggas go soft |
| Change your dreams ma nigga, puff your weed ma nigga |
| Get high, not low |
| Hustle in the summer till the motherfucker winter |
| And my flow go hard like a motherfucker missile |
| You can catch me in the tribe, with the hustlers and the killers |
| Putting all for my city like we entered the Olympics |
| Repping out for my gang, we bought that love, we don’t bang |
| 'Less a heathen step out his lane, then you know them hammers go wang |
| No, fuck that nigga, get your brain up |
| And if you can’t get rhythm, get your paper |
| And if you can’t get both, nigga, wake up, go change |
| I’m feelin like a lifeguard |
| Jimmy try to get a nigga but they never shape us |
| They see putting our kids so they hate us |
| But we the realest motherfuckers, no makeup |
| Suck a dented life fare and knock our creators |
| Ain’t no debating, who are the greatest |
| It is up in your heart, nigga, go out create it |
| Get out the matrix, why you stuck in the dark, nigga? |
| We can crown kings in Adidas |
| We can crown kings in Adidas |
| Get high bitches, get high niggas |
| We can crown our kings in Adidas |
| This shit is fresh |
| All my life niggas told me that I ain’t shit |
| Funny how things slip, knowledge of the ancient |
| Ain’t shit if you ain’t fit |
| Bought a plane tic to Echelon and my motherfucker brain’s sick |
| Crank it to the government, fuck 'em man |
| Martial law, they don’t care about a brother, man |
| Expended brain, book out the frame |
| Then I became a light bearer nearer to the sun |
| I’m staying, fuck you taking 'bout? |
| I’m a fucking living God, find a truth deep inside |
| My body is so float the most high up |
| I’m ghost, comatose, mary jane we elope |
| In the mists of the smoke, elevate your mind |
| Get awoken, listen this advice, take notes |
| These are more than just coats, this is real life over steel mic |
| Fuck it all nigga, just do it if it feels right |
| Right? |
| Can’t justify this life of mine, I’m so divine |
| Bitch, I’m smoking chronic, stoned like onyx, never dirt Alice |
| Ancient ways, young ass niggas got knowledge for days |
| Extraterrestrial, no, not great, but we do come in peace |
| What we got to say is that cautious way |
| With a little bit of ignant, word to my pigment |
| Rock jewels like Rocka motherfucker |
| But these words from the pyramids, to fine to hear it |
| Case stones lower level even discipline |
| The schools ain’t teaching shit, son |
| Better elevate out of this system |
| Feeling trapped in the hood, get your stripes, watch your back |
| Get that rack you don’t wanna be the victim, nigga |
| We can crown kings in Adidas |
| We can crown kings in Adidas |
| Get high bitches, get high niggas |
| We can crown our kings in Adidas |
| This shit is fresh |