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The Underachievers - The Proclamation
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[Intro] All ya life they said that you aint gone be shit All ya life they said that you aint gone be shit Now Indigo soul, we run this bitch Now Indigo soul, we run this bitch [Verse 1: Issa Gold] Uh, I remember being young Life gave me nothing but hard drugs and black lungs And the teacher say ya smart, but niggas aint catch passin We outside getting high instead of in classrooms The pastors preaching disasters to the masses These actors, through political fucking bastards They lacking, any real fucking spiritual backin Its tragic, Im tellin you niggas that I aint havin it Pick it up where you just left it off Light bearing conscious, my chakra strong Negative dissipate til the pain get lost, And the positive energy hit strong like Thor Third eye sharp like a mothafuckin hawk And it pick apart livin hearts trapped inside the dark Make em see they heart, cause they Indigo from the start But they trapped in an illusion, so it aint they fault Get up on yo shit, switch up yo lane If lives arent going right then seek out change Take a trip out into the astral plane And recognize, nigga, that you are not the same A Martian, reppin the light til I see coffins The hardest, UA the illest, my nigga, solvin- problems Cause the rap game is full of garbage Fathers, from that, my nigga, my soul is foreign [Hook] All ya life they said that you aint gone be shit Pick it up now and watch the tables switch Reality is yours, my nigga, create it Indigo soul, we run this bitch Indigo soul, we run this bitch [AK] Fresh off the west coast shores, mi amor of the best grown coral supporters and knowledge, and poverty Nah, nah, that aint stoppin me (from) Stackin dollas on top of celestial prophecy Uh, resurrect the craft of the boom bap With some new jacks from the Ave. bringing truth back Nigga, pop a tab, and quit thinkin where ya root at Open up ya crown and blow a pound of that purp loud, hold up From a youngn conformin to nothin except the truth Truth, that the some fools in the fountain of youth Everything they try to hide coincides Why strive and rise like the holy Christ? Me in top five Popeye, straight from the green, thats that pot-high Popped eyes, in and out, like Im on the west side Neva be satisfied til I can touch the sky Homies could touch the pot, Lord Look around and see my team winnin in every mention Dimensions extendin like one my bridges like we descended from heaven Lost a couple friends, but 2-47, I rep my Smoke so many strains, shit get so hard to remember Back in the day AK hardly play Now we fly coast to coast spreadin knowledge, gettin paid Made an oath, took a hold of every verse a nigga sprayed Got love for yourself, you got what it takes, my nigga [Hook]
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