48 Laws

Текст песни Omen - 48 Laws

Yeah
Yeah

I'm off the clock, permanently calling shots like Dick Vitale
Shake up the world for sure, no Richter Scale
Blindfold the truth from youth, I lift the veil
Please don't fuck with me, living the dream
Secretly, I'm seeing the things you see on the screen
Recently I fiend for weed, I need it to dream
Niggas ain't paid their dues, I need receipts
Please don't fuck with me

I been through weathering storms, torrential rain
My penmanship just pencils instant pain
Came from nine-to-five's, afraid to fly
'Til I earn my wings and now they wave goodbye
Took me 30 years just to get it started
Long as the tombstone says artist
Dreamville the '96 Bulls
Taking all y'all power breaking 48 Laws

How 'bout it?
I played my cards and changed the odds
My nigga, how 'bout it?
I made it through hell while blocked from heaven
My nigga, how 'bout it?
I played my cards and changed the odds
My nigga, how 'bout it?
How 'bout it?

Hot rod, ride by, slow down the block
Shots fired, drive-by, Lord will it stop?
Cowards on the news think that cowardice is gritty
Bullets whizzing by me every time I'm in the city

Kill me, rob me, take my gems and jewels
And paint my schools with Jesus Christ as white
Then lock my father up for life
Institutionalize my rights, then hide my plight from sight

That's trickery, steal our swag, that's mimicry
I am original man, empirically
Chi City heart, I'm just being honest
Born poet, nigga, fuck a song here's a sonnet

How 'bout it?
I played my cards and changed the odds
My nigga, how 'bout it?
I made it through hell while blocked from heaven
My nigga, how 'bout it?
I played my cards and changed the odds
My nigga, how 'bout it?
How 'bout it?