The Underachievers - Revelations Lyrics

Lyrics Revelations - The Underachievers



People think that I'm lazy
People think that I'm this fool
Because I gives a fuck about the government
And didn't graduate from high school
But I learned how it's done
So I'm gonna be number one
Thank you Jesus for my mamma
Thank you bitches for my money
I must be outta my mind
Making niggas willing to open up to the light
Smoking good dent, yeah, nigga this must be life
Oh, we making moves you niggas thought we was fine
My nigga going off, my nigga to New York.
Pound fitted down like a buck, livers on my niggas' lobes
Two blunts, four shreds and a middle dough
We get enough from the motherfucker river smoke
Born to lead a generation through storm
In a time so hard while you niggas go soft
Change your dreams ma nigga, puff your weed ma nigga
Get high, not low
Hustle in the summer till the motherfucker winter
And my flow go hard like a motherfucker missile
You can catch me in the tribe, with the hustlers and the killers
Putting all for my city like we entered the Olympics
Repping out for my gang, we bought that love, we don't bang
'Less a heathen step out his lane, then you know them hammers go wang
No, fuck that nigga, get your brain up
And if you can't get rhythm, get your paper
And if you can't get both, nigga, wake up, go change
I'm feelin like a lifeguard
Jimmy try to get a nigga but they never shape us
They see putting our kids so they hate us
But we the realest motherfuckers, no makeup
Suck a dented life fare and knock our creators
Ain't no debating, who are the greatest
It is up in your heart, nigga, go out create it
Get out the matrix, why you stuck in the dark, nigga?
We can crown kings in Adidas
We can crown kings in Adidas
Get high bitches, get high niggas
We can crown our kings in Adidas
This shit is fresh
All my life niggas told me that I ain't shit
Funny how things slip, knowledge of the ancient
Ain't shit if you ain't fit
Bought a plane tic to Echelon and my motherfucker brain's sick
Crank it to the government, fuck 'em man
Martial law, they don't care about a brother, man
Expended brain, book out the frame
Then I became a light bearer nearer to the sun
I'm staying, fuck you taking 'bout?
I'm a fucking living God, find a truth deep inside
My body is so float the most high up
I'm ghost, comatose, mary jane we elope
In the mists of the smoke, elevate your mind
Get awoken, listen this advice, take notes
These are more than just coats, this is real life over steel mic
Fuck it all nigga, just do it if it feels right
Right? Can't justify this life of mine, I'm so divine
Bitch, I'm smoking chronic, stoned like onyx, never dirt Alice
Ancient ways, young ass niggas got knowledge for days
Extraterrestrial, no, not great, but we do come in peace
What we got to say is that cautious way
With a little bit of ignant, word to my pigment
Rock jewels like Rocka motherfucker
But these words from the pyramids, to fine to hear it
Case stones lower level even discipline
The schools ain't teaching shit, son
Better elevate out of this system
Feeling trapped in the hood, get your stripes, watch your back
Get that rack you don't wanna be the victim, nigga
We can crown kings in Adidas
We can crown kings in Adidas
Get high bitches, get high niggas
We can crown our kings in Adidas
This shit is fresh



Writer(s): Storch Scott Spencer, Mathers Marshall, Young Andre Romell, Elizondo Michael A, Carlisle Von M, Moore Ondre C, Porter Denaun M, Johnson Rufus B, Holton De Shaun Dupree, Waters George Roger


The Underachievers - Indigoism
Album Indigoism
date of release
19-07-2013




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