Lyrics Live Life (Featuring KAMACKERIS) - X-Ray, KAMACKERIS

Live Life (Featuring KAMACKERIS)

It’s time
To wake up, get out of bed.
What we got?
A new thing for the head, rhymes swinging it
I’ll break it off, wild niggas is singing it
You bought it, now we’re bringing it.
Check it:
I got the bags full of greeny green, more better
Than some cigarettes with nicotine, more cheddar
Niggas like, «Yo, K, you’re too pushy»
I’ll be like, «Nah, nigga, you’re just pussy»
It’s all about beats, all about rhymes
Fuck the petty cash, the petty crime.
Bitches
Filling up my mind how they’re gonna do me well
Picture me tricking up in some hotel
It’s your place or nothing—now is we fucking?
Straight to the butter, chickenheads keep clucking
My style contagious, broken down through the
Ages.
To be specific, use the math and
Scientific.
Terrific.
Let’s smoke a spliff
With it and get lifted with the gifted
Niggas want to act like it just can’t happen
You’ll be the first, I’ll be behind your head clapping
You want to talk?
Then fly.
You want to speak?
Then
Creep, and we could do this all week in the jeep
Niggas gotta know this is how it go down
It’s corruption’s
Inception, the Romans went out, Ameri-
-ca is no exception.
They want to rule a whole
Damn Earth planet.
Made your own laws and just
Take life for granted.
The Most High they don’t
Acknowledge, but things like this you don’t learn in college
Why ask why?
Let’s go ask the dean
You’ll never see the yard if it ain’t got the cream
Know what I mean?
Look what they done did to the
Nazarene.
Now it’s war for gasoline
Incarcerated brothers, sisters, they dissed us
First, and it only gets worse
Shorties acting fully grown, tummy fully blown
For some thirteen minutes, now he gone
What you gonna do when your time done tick out?
Let me get you warned ‘cause this shit is mad brick out
You want to talk?
Then
We could speak.
All night, we could creep in
The jeep, and we could do this all week
And you ain’t gotta be
A criminal.
You want to pack a luger?
You ain’t gotta
Be a criminal just to puff a little Buddha
And you ain’t gotta be a criminal to want some
Half-and-half—add it up, do the math
We’re here to take focus, notice
Half of these laws on the books is bogus.
This is
Set up from jump and this is veteran funk for your
Jugular.
Niggas like me never come with the
Bling-bling ‘cause it’s all about the mental
Ill off the top and ever wilder with the pencil
Hip Hop?
I lock it up like a virgin
With no tricking, no splurging.
Y’all niggas
Is bitch, rocking shorts with tights split and lets
The ass all hang, and shit is all gay.
You want to
Talk?
Then speak.
You want to fuck?
Then creep, and we
Could do this all week.
You want to
Talk?
We could talk, we could fly
Ain’t nowhere safe ‘cause, anywhere, you could die
Live life to the best of your ability