The Underachievers - The Proclamation Lyrics
[Intro]All ya life they said that you ain’t gone be shitAll ya life they said that you ain’t gone be shitNow Indigo soul, we run this *****Now Indigo soul, we run this *****[Verse 1: Issa Gold]Uh, I remember being youngLife gave me nothing but hard drugs and black lungsAnd the teacher say ya smart, but niggas ain’t catch passin’We outside getting high instead of in classroomsThe pastors preaching disasters to the massesThese actors, through political *****ing bastardsThey lacking, any real *****ing spiritual backin’It’s tragic, I’m tellin you niggas that I ain’t havin’ itPick it up where you just left it offLight bearing conscious, my chakra strongNegative dissipate til the pain get lost,And the positive energy hit strong like ThorThird eye sharp like a motha*****in’ hawkAnd it pick apart livin’ hearts trapped inside the darkMake ‘em see they heart, cause they Indigo from the startBut they trapped in an illusion, so it ain’t they faultGet up on yo shit, switch up yo laneIf lives aren’t going right then seek out changeTake a trip out into the astral planeAnd recognize, nigga, that you are not the sameA Martian, reppin’ the light ’til I see coffinsThe hardest, UA the illest, my nigga, solvin’- problemsCause the rap game is full of garbageFathers, from that, my nigga, my soul is foreign[Hook]All ya life they said that you ain’t gone be shitPick it up now and watch the tables switchReality is yours, my nigga, create itIndigo soul, we run this *****Indigo soul, we run this *****[AK]Fresh off the west coast shores, mi amor…of the best grown coral…supporters and knowledge, and povertyNah, nah, that ain’t stoppin’ me (from)Stackin’ dollas on top of celestial prophecyUh, resurrect the craft of the boom bapWith some new jacks from the Ave. bringing truth backNigga, pop a tab, and quit thinkin’ where ya root atOpen up ya crown and blow a pound of that purp loud, hold upFrom a young’n conformin’ to nothin’ except the truthTruth, that the… some fools in the fountain of youthEverything they try to hide coincidesWhy strive and rise like the holy Christ? Me in top five…Popeye, straight from the green, that’s that pot-highPopped eyes, in and out, like I’m on the west sideNeva be satisfied ’til I can touch the skyHomies could touch the pot, LordLook around and see my team winnin’ in every mentionDimensions extendin’ like one my bridges like we descended from heavenLost a couple friends, but 2-47, I rep my…Smoke so many strains, shit get so hard to rememberBack in the day AK hardly playNow we fly coast to coast spreadin’ knowledge, gettin’ paidMade an oath, took a hold of every verse a nigga sprayedGot love for yourself, you got what it takes, my nigga[Hook]
