Lyrics Out With a Bang - Theory Hazit, Sharlok Poems

Out With a Bang

Lock it, load it
Cock it, hold it
Rock it, roll it
Got 'chu, moving
As soon as my pen hits the pad
I think about Cincinnati and Baghdad
I think about things that drive a brother mad
I think about this day might be my last
So I write about things that’s gon' last
And that excludes iced out chains, cars, and cash
I’m talking 'bout that real love, peace that passes
All understanding now I’m free at last
'Cause these storms don’t last always, yeah
The sun’s gonna shine all day, yeah
You gotta be still and have faith, yeah
And if you feeling me then say «yeah»
I don’t believe in the big boom science of man theory
This planet I’m rocking on, God made it
Ya’ll hear me clearly?
Feel me, press on and bang hard with fury
Through the darkness shine brighter than Liberace’s jewelry
Tied the knot then hung the jury
Be jerking like a pinata
I’m a man of God, rhyme writer, lover and fighter
Struck a match and set fire to those that gassed up
On smoke from your bottom, you been screwed your pants up
Never take the back seat, I ride up front
In touch with my feminine side but I ain’t no punk
Who want what?
Step up and speak your mind
I slap box your third eye 'til your dream go bye
Capital I am serious, way far from joking
Like words spoken by Dr. King before they smoked him
Wide open and broken, not prideful but certain
Been through hell for heaven, I gotta be chosen
My city don’t show love when a local native blows up
Spit hot bars, you still get the cold shoulder
I’m like «so what?»
The flow meaning to show nuff
This little light of mine I will shine so supernova
Put on my face paint so I can clown these devils
And get away with it on a Robert Downy level
Out with a bang like crips and bloods we Vietnam
Pearl Harbor, Hitler, Sadam, the National Guard
Man none’ll pose a threat, I wanna clash with the gods
Most claim supreme but they actually fraud
I seen hell, it ain’t hard to get there homie
The walls are made of flesh and it’s hot and lonely
I try to keep a clean heart and be street smart
And free retards from the beef we start
Spiritual CPR, the streets get dark
And so the soul resuscitation embarks