Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Misanthropy, artist - X-Raided. Date of issue: 21.09.2009
Song language: English
Misanthropy |
| If you in your car buckle up |
| But if you don’t like what I’m sayin' when you see me knuckle up |
| No studio gangsta stories or tall tales full of fiction |
| I’m spittin' the life of a nigga that’s full of indecision |
| Don’t know which way to go |
| At the crossroads |
| It’s time to elevate the game |
| Cuz they spit the same ol' same |
| Cuz a nigga done grew up |
| Through some shit that’ll make the average nigga fold up |
| Thought I had it sowed up |
| But hold up, you know what? |
| I realized the World wouldn’t give a fuck whether I’m here or not |
| And that’s contrary to all that other madness that you hear a lot |
| Ain’t no bigger figures, just us niggas |
| Sometimes they give us action |
| This shit is crashin' back to Earth like Michael Jackson |
| It don’t matter how much scrilla |
| You got, you still a nigga |
| They either assassinate your character, frame ya, or they kill you |
| I don’t blame you, if you don’t feel the, game I wrote |
| We’ve been brainwashed, unconscious prisoners ever since we left the boat |
| Subliminal messages from bands to reject this shit |
| But they can’t hide the truth no matter what they try to do |
| My judgment day is everyday |
| Fuck what they say |
| And make 'em pay |
| Grab your H.K., and dragon slay |
| And make a day |
| Would you rather ride or stay a puppet? |
| In the ghetto makin' crumbs, why they makin' scrilla by the bucket |
| But fuck it |
| To each his own |
| But to me it’s on |
| Fuck the chest, forget the vest, I’m aimin' for enemy domes |
| Cuz only the strong, survive, one life to live |
| Let off some rounds |
| What’s that sound? |
| It’s goin' down |
| Fuck all y’all |
| Fuckin' with my mind |
| Until you all fall |
| Misanthropy |
| Fuckin' with my mind |
| You can’t understand yours |
| Now can you understand my |
| Misanthropy? |
| Second Verse: |
| I did four hundred years in Hell |
| Now they tryin' to give me twenty-five to life in the cell |
| Got’cha boy on the run and if they catch me it’s over |
| Rollin' in a Nova |
| Three-fifty packin' a forty-caliber Mag importer |
| Declarin' war, on the system |
| Askin' for help, but the muthafuckas didn’t listen |
| They tried to get killed, but now they label me a killer |
| You lived by the scroll, but you gone die by the scrilla |
| Neither of you can see the pain in my eyes, fuck a disguise |
| I wear it on my shoulder like a bass |
| Causin' casualties like M*A*S*H |
| Been a soldier in the truest sense |
| Born and raised in a war zone, it’s always on |
| And you can die in an instant |
| As infants grow up to be convicts |
| Knew how to shoot a gun since the age of six |
| Little lunatic |
| Papa didn’t wanna raise a punk |
| Beat’cha til' you hate it, his ass grew up and beat’cha while you ride punk |
| I’m unapproachable, can’t nobody tell me shit |
| I got my mind made up, fuck a psychiatrist |
| I don’t need nobody tryin' to tell me what I’m thinkin' |
| The ghetto is stuck on quicksand and it’s sinkin', it’s goin' down |
| We are peaceful people |
| We are loving people |
| We love everybody who loves us |
| We’re non-violent with people who are non-violent with us |
| We are NOT non-violent with ANYONE, who is violent with us |
| Third Verse: |
| ]From day one the odds was against me |
| Nate one have love for a nigga, so the Devil tried to tempt me |
| To loc up, revolt, rebel |
| Said «You might as well |
| You already, livin' in Hell» |
| I got, somethin' in my soul tellin' me «Nigga this shit ain’t right» |
| The Lord never answered, but I prayed with all my might |
| So fuck waitin' patient, it’s a virtue I don’t have |
| I got money on my mind and I want my shit in cash |
| Fuck a forty acre and a mule |
| I want everything that you owe me, it’s time to pay your dues |
| I was used, and abused, for centuries |
| But when they mention warfare, they never mentioned me |
| But can you picture me? |
| On top of the World? |
| Runnin' shit with a major attitude |
| Madder than that prophet bitch |
| With a clip full of shit |
| Tearin' your ass to pieces, when the trigger releases |
| You’re deceased and you got them P. D's, D. A's, judges and polices |
| Peep the thesis |
| We gets, hot like volcanic lava |
| I’m down to slide a niggas drama |
| Speedin' shit up like some java |
| Fuck a comma |
| It don’t pause, I’m steady unloadin' |
| Unstoppable nigga the Glock goes plop-plop on that ass |
| And suckers steady foldin' |
| I’m hatin' men like the lesbians |
| Always down for drama doin' shit just thesbian |
| Only love my Mama, traumatize your ass with the quick |
| Better come prepared if you try to ride or try to diss my clique |
| It’s goin' down nigga |