paroles de chanson No Order (Mortal Man) - darius j.

Uh
Uh
Yeah yeah
I'ma make em feel me on this
Look, my gut feeling led to liver turned distillery
Hate the highest form of flattery as posed to mimicry
Pen versus the sword, using art as my artillery
Pent against the pen, seek repentance through penitentiaries
Niggas witnessed shackles and chains from present through centuries
Shackled in these chains for the presence pressed for the imagery
Problematic patterns, investments circling backwards
The culture's tempered and tattered, I'm vocalizing I matter
What's the matter
Tired niggas finally stepping out the shadows
Of an everlasting war with boots that's laced prepared for battle
Tales told about a chattel set to tattle, hands on the globe
I'ma make it rattle till they baffled
You ain't never seen a nigga on a saddle
You ain't seen a nigga steer the ship without the use of paddles
You ain't seen a nigga's interest piqued in something that you dabble
All you see is dollar signs and how to turn him into cattle
Cash cow, flip the beef to make it cash out
All these niggas thinking they cast now to act out
Always first in, I'm the last out
Outcast, that cast out to out last
Skeptics prone to doubt that
Words of wisdom, put my dick where ya mouth at
And try to mouth that

Uh mic check one, two
No longer victim to my miseducation like Lauryn
A man of wisdom, reparations is what we're imploring
Sleep deprivation waiting for something for our endurance
How that sound
Swine walking with a badge cocking back a couple rounds
With his knee in my neck while my head on the ground screaming I can't breathe
Get the fuck off me, get the fuck off me
Nigga I can't breathe
Get the fuck off me, get the fuck off me