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Lay Low

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Peace - what’s happenin’ rookie?
It’s been a while since I’ve been gone - I’m tryin to fall in
Ain’t nothin’ new, shit, I keep it mannish
It’s different now then when I was out - let’s examine

What’s happenin junior? What’s goin’ down?
How the women actin’? Heard you was crushin’ ‘em in the town
Look good don’t they - hell yeah, you shoulda saw
The ones last week at the mall - hella raw

And all trying to come up - like video queens
So fine they make some of us do the stupidest things
But be careful though, you’ll get caught up - know what you doin'
Fuck around and be a teenage pop - and life is ruined

How ya mama doin’? She cool? Is that right?
Seen ya sister last week at the bank - lookin’ tight
Keep your eyes on her - ‘cause niggas, nowadays
Always looking for some new ones to train - so many wayz

And I’m amazed - but not amused as such
We all brothers but some of us getting caught in the clutch
Another, day go by, another, day’s the same
Another, day of stife, I say a, prayer for change

But I can’t complain, and if I did so what?
The best we can do is try to find the truth and come up
I’m still bangin’ on these tracks still keep hope for us
Yeah I’m back, still rough on wax and still bustin’

Everybody gotta do they own thang
Seem the whole world goin’ insane
Before we see sun it’ll be rain
We lay low, we lay low, lay low

Everybody tryin’ to maintain
Brothers gonna work it out in the end
‘Till we get peace it’ll be pain
And they know, and they know, they know

What’s on ya mind? What, ya homie died?
Over what, some bull shit? Is that right
I known him since back in the days - we was tight
Used to date his older sister back in late '85

I just wonder why? This shit don’t make no sense
How many gotta die before these niggas convinced
Death is final every day for my people I’m prayin
Seen so many lose our futures fucked around by the game

A motherfuckin’ shame... Another life is ruined
Know you wanna ride but gunnin for them niggas is useless
See we all confused, damn - but everything is a test
Don’t let ego and emotions be the reason you slip

Cause though ya boys might all, fall for doin’ wrong
Friends drop like drawers, nobody mobbin’ like the law
And we don’t need no more in the pen or at war
It’s open season every brotha on the street is a target - believe

Everybody gotta do they own thang
Seem the whole world goin’ insane
Before we see sun it’ll be rain
We lay low, we lay low, lay low

Everybody tryin’ to maintain
Brothers gonna work it out in the end
‘Till we get peace it’ll be pain
And they know, and they know, they know

Now even though I’m anti-pop, I still rise
And though it seem it ain’t gon’ stop - I still rise
Above this bullshit hip-hop - I still rise
Supply - wise words disguised in rhyme verse

I curse - what these niggas is sayin’ ain’t nothin’ real
Just fairy tales of pimpin’ these sistas and making mail
I see ‘em pose, see the bitchy roles they play
See these videos is shitty - see the way we portrayed

See these sellin’out acts that’s sellin’ out rap
Bleed wanna be macks with powerhouse tracks
Redefine black manhood - defy the lie we rise up
Fuck this bullshit - survival or die

See em thuggin’ niggas muggin with that criminal pout
See ‘em frown in every photo - see that shit in they mouth
See ‘em tatted lookin’ battered chasin’ pussy and weed
They making hookers outtas queens - every video feed

I see these labels sit back, push this shit like crack
Every record every act has gotcha thinkin’ it’s black
To act a fool chasin’ pussy like it’s hard to get
I see these crackas think it’s cool bein’ niggas for chips

I split jiggabo chins, analyze these trends
If it’s down to me and them I’m sendin’ flowers to kin
Ain’t nothin’ easy in this world - struggle makes the man
Don’t let these motherfuckas do you - understand the plan
and believe

Everybody gotta do they own thang
Seem the whole world goin’ insane
Before we see sun it’ll be rain
We lay low, we lay low, lay low

Everybody tryin’ to maintain
Brothers gonna work it out in the end
‘Till we get peace it’ll be pain
And they know, and they know, they know

Compositores: Hanne Soervaag, Flygare Tobias Lars Kampe, Anton Karl Johan Friskopp
ECAD: Obra #4905069

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