Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song If U Down, artist - Yu. Album song The Earn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.12.2011
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
If U Down |
The rain is pouring, pain is going on in my life |
That’s why I write, same reason why drinkers go buy a pint |
Dark clouds attack the light that is within me |
Struggle is neverending, prayer is what some recommend me |
I’m 5'9, but when I rhyme feel like I’m 10 feet tall |
Laying the law through these bars, I put my life’s call |
Many be dumb downed clowns, see I don’t like y’all |
Hit them with the permanent pause, what do you fight for? |
Your car, your chain, it’s all the same |
You call it game, boring my brain, them fraudulent ways |
I can’t feel what you’re saying, cuz the balance is off |
Faking like you don’t have a heart wit all the violence you talk |
It’s like you can’t crack a smile anymore, I guess its got to be war |
24/7 weapons got to squeeze off, nigga nahh |
That is a plan within a plan, my man |
Destruction is in demand and Uncle Sam is a fan |
Hearts frozen, why do we stay on that cold shit? |
We used to be cultured, influenced by the vultures |
They’ve been scoping, analyzing with a motive |
It’s like we’ve been tied up with an invisible rope and them |
Jails open, they get paid when they put more inside |
Kind of currupt, it’s time for us to just expose them |
It’s wild, especially when your skintone’s brown |
But right now we about to turn it around |
You with me? |
Hit me if you down |
Of course I’ve walked with what my ancestors fought for |
Heart full of passion, want more, start at ground floor |
Still remain because of y’all we make it sound raw |
I thank Allah, for me to try to paint a song |
That is a cure till the pain is gone |
Fruits of my labor may be ripe cuz I’ve been waiting for them |
Seems like a lifelong task, walking on this path |
Many be cheating, but my dad, he was a honest man |
Plus about his cash, getting it because he worked hard |
And to my moms, they call it labor, that was work y’all |
Since birth searched the earth for what I’m worth. |
Money? |
It’s paperweight, cannot equate to what my life study |
Has told me, go beyond all the stars up in the sky |
The gift of rhymes, that is the place I chose to emphasize |
Just a sign, maybe my light is not fading |
I was born to shine greatly, on the rise trying to break free |
Hit me, if you’re down and out, wild is not the route you need to be taking |
Niggas be waiting to throw they hate in, frustration be incubating |
Inside, times are tense so I write rhymes with sense |
Why? |
Because there’s not too many of y’all that’s doing this |
My influences came before they ruined this, foolishness |
Ringtone, computer chip, champ, I’m not new to this |
I prove what I say through the way that I relay |
I don’t break, standing time’s test and making that progress |
And I’m on my job, yes indeedy y’all greedy |
While I got less, make it sound monstrous, break it down in portion |
It all fit together, I remember my beginnings |
While I’m winning, cuz forgetting brings the ending close |
Folks forget, get on some brand new shit |
The movements still in motion like Munch and Matthew and them |
Ups? |
I’ve had a few of them, downs I’ve had too |
But whenever I think of my mission I feel I have to ascend |
Fin |
Uh uh, hit me if you down |
Ooh ooh, I’ll be around |
Hey! |