Lyrics Dropping Jewels - Phanatik

My school is old and I'm not cool I'm cold
I won't rap jewels, I drop jewels, gold
I won't pop tools, I plot moves to mold
My young dude like pop dude is suppose to
And I won't care how's name is on my clothes
It won't make me more famous if I own
It will only make them more famous so really they owe me
And if they in paying you may never know
Who's in my wardrobe 'but I'm in at war so
These days I say looking for war clothes
Something took it and concealed weapon in
It' like a T-shirt with a message in
I see the weapons of my war ain't
Physical got invisible war paint
This ain't art this is more like archery
Sharp shooting, try to put truth were your heart
Should be

All the God bashing I ain't try to hear it
You rapping bout fashion, I ain't try to hear it
All the chicks you smashing, trashing my spirit
God give me compassion and a passion to share it
I ain' got time for what they been playing
So I turn off the disc jock
Maybe you got too much time o your hand
You need to take off the wrist watch

I'm back like I never left, forever fresh
Like a sweater vest 'use to cover my treasure chest
Don' be fool I'll be jeweled beneath the surface
Some don't dig it they think I'm worthless
Cuz I'm a fan of a dying art
But I'm a man with a lion heart and iron hands try to pry apart
The trap that they rapping bout
The rap industry got em trapped
In the streets nd they can't get out
That's unethical homes like military
Droins being flown by genetic clones
You can't let a soulless soldier hold the triggure 'while we let these
'Ceos co configure
A culture knowing these labels got
Crooked bottom lines about as straight as a dollar sign
Now we all starting our own, but most of us growing the same fruit
From the seeds they've sown

All the God bashing I ain't try t hear it
You rapping bout fashion, I ain't try to hear it
All the chicks you smashing, trashing my spirit
God give me compassion and passion to share it
I ain' got time for what they been playing
So I turn off the disc jock
Maybe you got too much time o your hand
You need to take off the wrist watch

You see these greys in my hair, you see this grays in my beard
Must mean I got something amazing to share
Add to the silver strung a silver tongue
Wisdom you never say my soliquize is dumb
No silly, silly images I was just symbolism
And multi Slavic rhythm
Wokka flocka called it
The dictionary rap, my words paint pictures so its pictionarys wrapped
When we done you gonna see the scriptures clearly,
Fix your hair weave we bout to get your mind blown back
For that look around and you'll see
My people living with the slave mentality
How can we settle? We're free
So all we gotta do is keep our necks chained with metal
Or our wrist
Watches bracelet handcuffs, man Its like we can't resist

All the God bashing I ain't try t hear it
You rapping bout fashion, I ain't try to hear it
All the chicks you smashing, trashing my spirit
God give me compassion and passion to share it
I ain' got time for what they been playing
So I turn off the disc jock
Maybe you got too much time on your hands
You need to take off the wrist watch