40° North prod. by Astronote

Duration

2:32

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

Hip Hop, Philly, Feel me Yo In this bubble of politics circle jerks and the crookedness I'm jettison from the grip that envelop men developing thick skin the fear of god up in they eyes from every line should be sermon how I convert them to counter clockwise letting out sighs act as if dyslexic try not to catch the message he conscious political preachy ya average nigga talk of gun drugs and hoes is beneath me I'm not afraid to reach the greatness innate still I embrace the labels breaking through your myopic view microscopic to a giant prone to go on a tirade the beast that fear made even corporations couldn't slow his pace a mix of love and rage engage them with a guile their tactics are futile now crafting my spaceship escaping jealousy and hatred grilling faces on to bigger and better places highly mistaken thinking their petty cliques can stop intention pragmatic with imagination and a eagle vision Gotta get up gotta get out and do something my citiy's a bubble where they handcuff him uh Against all odds rejection and doubt in a bout against crabs who try to block ya man trajectory mad still gon blow (one of the illest thats around believe me I'll continue to put it down YEAH people know one of the illest thats around believe me I'll continue to put it down) uh In a place full of clutter with clarity some play the parody where the name and meaning meet a great disparity Philly sincerely bred the edge ever present behead the dead fed off the dysfunction drug and alcohol consumption I do nothing but inhale the staleness of my domicile profiling cops with stop and frisk seeking my exodus twist its nothing like it insistent upon staying inviting hostility is silly I see scared children with silent screams behind ya mug mean trust my inner conscious to accomplish what the ridgid couldn't adjust freeing the gridlock waters with mercury and hemlock phrases is detox jotting them hymns free them heavenly with a grin surveyor of subtleties comprehend working great with opposition piston fueled by blind ommission guess I'm driven by doubt taking real estate why ask permission throwing the middle finger to convention Gotta get up gotta get out and do something my citiy's a bubble where they handcuff him uh Against all odds rejection and doubt in a bout against crabs who try to block ya man trajectory mad still gon blow (one of the illest thats around believe me I'll continue to put it down YEAH people know one of the illest thats around believe me I'll continue to put it down)