I got tracks on sites that don't load anymore
With features from dudes who don't flow anymore
I don't care if Bandcamp fold or Spotify's f*cked
I'll spit until my bones are dust, batter up
It's not a craze, It's not a phase
It's not a blog, It's not a page
It's not a app in fact ah f*ck it
I know it and love it even if they pimp it and run it
Gotta live it and- you know what this subject redundant
My top ten is Cube, Big, Andre, Common, Nas, Lupe
Meth, Pharoah, Chuck D & Jay
But that's just today by tomorrow shit'll change
When I play Ghostface til my soul straight
Then go right into some Rae
So let me ask you,
What do you believe in
Heaven or Hell?
I pressed play on North Star and found heaven itself
I bought Latch Key Child the same day as ATLiens
I remember that day so vividly
Rainbow Records on Atlantic Ave typa imagery
Sun on the concrete seemed like divinity
My headphones, walkman and new shit, that's the holy trinity
Rhymes and space, behold the synergy
A Tuesday of course, holiday for the heads
Now they say their sales look like Day Of The Dead
As if that would impact if I say what I said
If I spit what I spat, If I spray what I spread
How would you play it instead? I mean really
Get f*cking money but I wonder if it's really
Enough, spoken by a dude making nothing
With nothing to lose, damn maybe I'm fronting
Rapping about raps, they say change the subject
But do you give back, or take from it, what if
Streams are really screams
Views are just a ruse
Digital destruction analog blues
On 0s and 1s instead of 1s and 2s
When your collection's collecting data what's the move
When your lyrics take a stand like Mahmoud
Abdul-Rauf
And you find you testifying against you
And your bars lead to bars, is it just cause or just cause
And yet people wait for the super bowl to flip cars
Middle finger up every pic and they're not even pissed off
I reserve that for Pac situations
Say the word freedom here come stipulations
Tribulation, give birth to innovations
Limitation, just hurts the imitations
Sacco & Vanzetti - SPAT Lyrics
Sacco & Vanzetti - SPAT Lyrics
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I got tracks on sites that don't load anymore
With features from dudes who don't flow anymore
I don't care if Bandcamp fold or Spotify's f*cked
I'll spit until my bones are dust, batter up
It's not a craze, It's not a phase
It's not a blog, It's not a page
It's not a app in fact ah f*ck it
I know it and love it even if they pimp it and run it
Gotta live it and- you know what this subject redundant
My top ten is Cube, Big, Andre, Common, Nas, Lupe
Meth, Pharoah, Chuck D & Jay
But that's just today by tomorrow shit'll change
When I play Ghostface til my soul straight
Then go right into some Rae
So let me ask you,
What do you believe in
Heaven or Hell?
I pressed play on North Star and found heaven itself
I bought Latch Key Child the same day as ATLiens
I remember that day so vividly
Rainbow Records on Atlantic Ave typa imagery
Sun on the concrete seemed like divinity
My headphones, walkman and new shit, that's the holy trinity
Rhymes and space, behold the synergy
A Tuesday of course, holiday for the heads
Now they say their sales look like Day Of The Dead
As if that would impact if I say what I said
If I spit what I spat, If I spray what I spread
How would you play it instead? I mean really
Get f*cking money but I wonder if it's really
Enough, spoken by a dude making nothing
With nothing to lose, damn maybe I'm fronting
Rapping about raps, they say change the subject
But do you give back, or take from it, what if
Streams are really screams
Views are just a ruse
Digital destruction analog blues
On 0s and 1s instead of 1s and 2s
When your collection's collecting data what's the move
When your lyrics take a stand like Mahmoud
Abdul-Rauf
And you find you testifying against you
And your bars lead to bars, is it just cause or just cause
And yet people wait for the super bowl to flip cars
Middle finger up every pic and they're not even pissed off
I reserve that for Pac situations
Say the word freedom here come stipulations
Tribulation, give birth to innovations
Limitation, just hurts the imitations
With features from dudes who don't flow anymore
I don't care if Bandcamp fold or Spotify's f*cked
I'll spit until my bones are dust, batter up
It's not a craze, It's not a phase
It's not a blog, It's not a page
It's not a app in fact ah f*ck it
I know it and love it even if they pimp it and run it
Gotta live it and- you know what this subject redundant
My top ten is Cube, Big, Andre, Common, Nas, Lupe
Meth, Pharoah, Chuck D & Jay
But that's just today by tomorrow shit'll change
When I play Ghostface til my soul straight
Then go right into some Rae
So let me ask you,
What do you believe in
Heaven or Hell?
I pressed play on North Star and found heaven itself
I bought Latch Key Child the same day as ATLiens
I remember that day so vividly
Rainbow Records on Atlantic Ave typa imagery
Sun on the concrete seemed like divinity
My headphones, walkman and new shit, that's the holy trinity
Rhymes and space, behold the synergy
A Tuesday of course, holiday for the heads
Now they say their sales look like Day Of The Dead
As if that would impact if I say what I said
If I spit what I spat, If I spray what I spread
How would you play it instead? I mean really
Get f*cking money but I wonder if it's really
Enough, spoken by a dude making nothing
With nothing to lose, damn maybe I'm fronting
Rapping about raps, they say change the subject
But do you give back, or take from it, what if
Streams are really screams
Views are just a ruse
Digital destruction analog blues
On 0s and 1s instead of 1s and 2s
When your collection's collecting data what's the move
When your lyrics take a stand like Mahmoud
Abdul-Rauf
And you find you testifying against you
And your bars lead to bars, is it just cause or just cause
And yet people wait for the super bowl to flip cars
Middle finger up every pic and they're not even pissed off
I reserve that for Pac situations
Say the word freedom here come stipulations
Tribulation, give birth to innovations
Limitation, just hurts the imitations
Writer: N Sacco, B Vanzetti
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid