C-Sick - Street Fighter, Sing a Song lyrics

[Intro] May I ask in what way your life is contributing to society As you sit here day after day after day In this dark room, stringing along on that stupid guitar? Have you ever thought about that? What are you doing for the world or for other people? Day after day, hour after hour, night after night |Nebuchadnezzar| Song #1 UFO in the sky disguised 9/11 The odd fact that the pigs number is 9/11 911 they took my pops at 11. now I'm dressed In a bathing ape you shall never k** me, all these Rappers is acting like they religious and all these Actors is acting but they acting and making money for Acting and they bowing down society. While a male figure Dressed as a b**h what an odd scene. I'm artest'in but Protesting for inner peace. A fight broke out in Babylon Come Babble on to what the news is showing Sophisticated intelligence Of a young black, my skin color promoting violence that's All facts. An intellect will Never match his skin, less I light the fire on my skin Let it burn. The subordinate Never wins, the white man controls lives like a paper and ya ink will never overcome a white man Do-do-do, do-do. Watching boondocks and laughing off pain depression Been taking my mind no suicide. Lighting 47 for Steez on the 24th In my Nardwuar sh** |I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive| |Sing a song, Street Fighter| Song #2 Just a minute I'll say a Pray for the bad conditions. Lace up my nikes, Adidas stripes and My latest pippen's. Alexander Wang But I'm dripped In that BAPE materialism But knowledge of an ancient Ain't sh** while play this Through your speakers Bumping down The hood up in Brooklyn But I'm sad as hell the thugs Got a hold of the hype beast Man I'm tired of talking about All the k**ings in the hood It got me no where but a Sad b**h who wasted all My time, and all those Instagram photos I deleted got me Thinking twice but f**ing With this superficial b**h And money control the world I admit it, cause without The money then her weave Is a tragic and make up is Another got damn I'm foolish I've been stressing all my life And ever obstacle I reach I start to question everything Why am I tripping Why am I kicking all these Rhymes if you don't believe me I'll send my soul to hell Just so my mama could Be happy. A coward dies a Thousands while a soldier Dies but once, so why the f** Would 2Pac be in Cuba you degrading b**hes and shameless n***as