theo ruxpin - preach lyrics
[verse 1]
little kids out playing double dutch on the street
run your mouth, your lips playing double dutch with the heat
nah i’m lying, ain’t no gun in my pants, just a crease
sophisticated youngin’, twitter a n-gga and follow me
why the h-ll they gotta lie about their life all the time
seen a n-gga bust a move, never seen him bust a nine, fine
i’m just spitting the vision thats in my mind
t. rux, dumb it down for you n-ggas another time
intelligent stupid rhymes, paradox all lazy
schooling these n-ggas, i ain’t rocking old navy
if the rap game easy, the dope game gravy
whats the life game? put it on pause and let me save it
the cheat codes, get them from jesus so he can save me
insane i’m going crazy, i’m rabid without the rabies
i’m telling you life is crazy and maybe, baby, just maybe
if we take another hit, all of problems fade away
they always say to save your joy for a later day
but life’s a b-tch, we never win, we pay to play
so take the wheel and spin that sh-t and shape your clay
we educate so younger minds won’t just decay
so if you listening, vibing, feeling you can relate
just take a dose of this medicine, let it resonate
when i was young i wanted the good grades
now success is just based on pairs of j’s
if a man wear adidas and he pay his own tuition
then try to get at a girl she won’t listen
lazy n-ggas think they swagging trying to show off
i’mma swag out this diploma then i’ll doze off
no cough syrup, but i move slow
just tryna do it right, lord knows…
[verse 2]
grandma would probably think that this is devil music
lucifer was an angel once
feel my soul slipping, feel the scales tipping
so i’m dwelling on my faith while i taste this blunt
they say son, crack it open, all the answers you need you can find in revelations
i don’t believe it, you can’t tell me a man with the power to slaughter nations couldn’t have changed it
black man with the power, probably think i’m shootin’
black man with the power, talking huey newton
you think the black panthers caused each other harm?
we should be raising sons, they taught us to raise arms
still teaching us to die behind berrettas
n-ggas still dying for their letters
real n-ggas come back to the hood is what they tell us
but who would get rich just to come back to the ghetto?
young black man, i’m already hated
every little step i take got the whole world waiting
failures not an option, neither is defeat
cradle rock these doubters, put them back to sleep
had too many people tell me “dude you white though”
these white folks still calling me n-gga, chappelles show
they don’t know that i got it, bout to do my thing
on my superhero sh-t because t’challa was a king
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