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mr. lif & stu bangas - sonar lyrics

[chorus: mr. lif]
sonar, sonar
sonar

[verse 1: mr. lif]
has the smoke cleared, or are we sittin’ in this for years?
can i get a hug or are we wearin’ hazmat gear?
fear has proved, it’s true, that it’s still a great tool
to have us buggin’, fightin’ each other and actin’ like fools
every home is a school, it’s an office for you
every day is detention, and, yes, it’s overtime, too
every door has been glued, the outdoors are removed
show your face or step outside and they got bullets for you
that’s a scene in thе philippines, military green
it can be inside thе fabric of american dreams
but can we wean ourselves off of the teat, bon appétit
waters are deep, that’s why i use the sonar for sleep

[chorus: mr. lif]
sonar, sonar
sonar

[verse 2: mr. lif]
mpc’s in its quantitative ease and
we on it in the mornin’ and breathe it in the evenin’
you’re swimmin’ in a lake, that’s great, but the background’s fake
the trees are barbed wire lines at penitentiary gates
but you refer to them as property lines of your estate
’cause our progression through this life is really joggin’ in place
there’s no escape ’cause most people don’t wanna escape
they see the trees instead of guards with rifles aimed at they face
and what i hate is much of this is up for debate
talk to the wrong people about it, go from present to late
it’s high stakes when they pull the water out of the lake
now you gotta show those papers for takin’ the walk late
[chorus: mr. lif & akrobatik]
sonar, sonar
sonar (ayy, ayy, ayy)

[verse 3: akrobatik]
ayo, lif, these leaders, they ain’t so swift
there’s people dyin’ while they lyin’, yo, this sh+t ain’t no myth
convincin’ they constituents that they all got shackled wrists
f+ck it, go out, get your sh+t and find someone to go with
all you need is a four+fifth and a target to go hit
and, oh, if you meant to hit the dispensary, no spliffs
they sellin’ snake oil while the oceans, rivers and lakes boil
farmers heart’s break, state don’t fertilize fake soil
first responders make the great toil
the worst responders are the worst among us, plottin’ how to take
oil profits, more questions than answers are offered
all i know is don’t come near me if you coughin’, what the f+ck, man?

[chorus: mr. lif]
sonar, sonar
sonar

- mr lif stu bangas lyrics

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