Raise Up
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If you love the underground, raise up!
All my real hip-hoppers, raise up (raise up, raise up)
If you love the underground, raise up (realness, feel this)
Raise up (raise up, raise up)
Yeah (raise your motherfucking hands)
Going out to those who get high to be getting high
I gotta get this off my chest, it's what I'm feeling
Now who said life was easy? I wanna kill 'em
It's mad people trying to get a piece but there's no peace
So they end up packing a piece to take a piece (of what?)
Peace of mind before death, the world is a mess
So I smoke sess to my last breath
My brain won't rest, I will manifest
When we all get heat like a bulletproof vest
Living in the Wild West with the gunshots
Cowboys on horses, but they be the cops
With they lasso always wanna hassle
Mad at a brother 'cause he making capital
To money folders, soul controllers, dealers
Top billers, cop killers to getting over
To money folders, soul controllers, dealers
Top billers, cop killers to getting over
Everyday life be trife like the edge of a knife
So I balance with the chalice to stay high as a kite
Through the slope I see hope, through the coke, drugs, and thugs
The greatness of the Creator trying to sell me a dub
Sack, he said, "Black, y'all got to bring the realness back"
Matter of fact, let me hit you with this dime for that
I suspend myself over Black Queens like the bridge
You need to get with Channel Live like how to eat to live
By Allah, you light your mind like Messiah in the end
Thugs wanna hold me down, but I must transcend
Like the Empire State, but yo, I'm kicking it from Jerz
So I was bound to be great, got nothing to do with puffing herb
Yo, we kick it to the curb off North Money Summer
That's the world plummets, peace to brothers that make it run
The money folders, soul controllers, dealers
Top billers, cop killers to getting over
The money folders, soul controllers, dealers
Top billers, cop killers to getting over
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