Ghetto reality's
There aint no one to save y'all
So I got to shift the work like the graveyard
All's well that ends well
Neighborhoods and criminals
Either you make it off the scale
Or in a jail cell
Business illicit
Liquor was the cure it for the spirit
And I pivot operate thru interference
Death over survival
Spreading like the virus
Ancient scrolls like the bible
Written in papyrus
Heavy surveillance
Reminders of the sirens
But the visuals of cinema was timeless
Gift and curse
Pop them out his converse for commerce
And have his hands up like the concert
Bomb first calm threat
Maneuver thru the city with no palm sweat
This aint just palm trees on a film set
Still rep
One of the last and few that's still left
Capturing the moment if the picture wasn't real yet
Gifts the minimum
Only life ahead of us
Rise from the sediments
As the clock ticks the pendulum
Most are lost
And most is par for the course
The pavement leave you leaking man
And leave you hear with no remorse
Speaks to currency
Rhymes in my jacket fleece
Sounds of the concrete
And lights from police
Cold streets cold world cold world
Unfurling off the dome piece a whole mural
Locked confirmed
Turn the ones to the plural
I rose from the depths
Seeing places most don't observe
Most are watchers
Selling souls and they conscious
Still drop more gems then the jewels in your watches
Street politics
Immortal rap Spartacus
Plague utopias like opioid pharmacists
Real no promises
Chasing were the commas is
Travel kilometers a long way from anonymous
Mic Bles & Level 13 - Ghetto Cinema Lyrics
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Ghetto reality's
There aint no one to save y'all
So I got to shift the work like the graveyard
All's well that ends well
Neighborhoods and criminals
Either you make it off the scale
Or in a jail cell
Business illicit
Liquor was the cure it for the spirit
And I pivot operate thru interference
Death over survival
Spreading like the virus
Ancient scrolls like the bible
Written in papyrus
Heavy surveillance
Reminders of the sirens
But the visuals of cinema was timeless
Gift and curse
Pop them out his converse for commerce
And have his hands up like the concert
Bomb first calm threat
Maneuver thru the city with no palm sweat
This aint just palm trees on a film set
Still rep
One of the last and few that's still left
Capturing the moment if the picture wasn't real yet
Gifts the minimum
Only life ahead of us
Rise from the sediments
As the clock ticks the pendulum
Most are lost
And most is par for the course
The pavement leave you leaking man
And leave you hear with no remorse
Speaks to currency
Rhymes in my jacket fleece
Sounds of the concrete
And lights from police
Cold streets cold world cold world
Unfurling off the dome piece a whole mural
Locked confirmed
Turn the ones to the plural
I rose from the depths
Seeing places most don't observe
Most are watchers
Selling souls and they conscious
Still drop more gems then the jewels in your watches
Street politics
Immortal rap Spartacus
Plague utopias like opioid pharmacists
Real no promises
Chasing were the commas is
Travel kilometers a long way from anonymous
There aint no one to save y'all
So I got to shift the work like the graveyard
All's well that ends well
Neighborhoods and criminals
Either you make it off the scale
Or in a jail cell
Business illicit
Liquor was the cure it for the spirit
And I pivot operate thru interference
Death over survival
Spreading like the virus
Ancient scrolls like the bible
Written in papyrus
Heavy surveillance
Reminders of the sirens
But the visuals of cinema was timeless
Gift and curse
Pop them out his converse for commerce
And have his hands up like the concert
Bomb first calm threat
Maneuver thru the city with no palm sweat
This aint just palm trees on a film set
Still rep
One of the last and few that's still left
Capturing the moment if the picture wasn't real yet
Gifts the minimum
Only life ahead of us
Rise from the sediments
As the clock ticks the pendulum
Most are lost
And most is par for the course
The pavement leave you leaking man
And leave you hear with no remorse
Speaks to currency
Rhymes in my jacket fleece
Sounds of the concrete
And lights from police
Cold streets cold world cold world
Unfurling off the dome piece a whole mural
Locked confirmed
Turn the ones to the plural
I rose from the depths
Seeing places most don't observe
Most are watchers
Selling souls and they conscious
Still drop more gems then the jewels in your watches
Street politics
Immortal rap Spartacus
Plague utopias like opioid pharmacists
Real no promises
Chasing were the commas is
Travel kilometers a long way from anonymous
Writer: Jesse Vazquez
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