Chase Moore - Siimba, Denzil Porter, Wam G (Chase Moore) | Live Art NY lyrics

[Siimba Intro] (Teambackpack.net) Yeah, yah Word Siimba lives long (honestly expressing yourself) Uh, yir [Siimba verse] This is the cornerstone Of these Dormant Homes Some where born to roam Mother working Father wasn't there Is like we're born alone [?] We' attracted to Like we have to move a chain We test our attitude Before we test our aptitude Kicking up dust Really not willing to trust Someone who put me in cuffs Twisting and tangle then mix-up and mangle My fate Is what dangers that wish I destruct Television telling me Somebody caught a felony And they say it's embellishing If you evolve a melody Rappers blame the media Media blames the rappers Only time it ever stops; During natural disasters Bet you're feeling so great Just because you donate To another country While people starve In your home state We designed to ignore our own poor Every hood got zero libraries But like 10 liquor stores Images got me winning this So sick with the penmanship Seen the light and using it to grow That's photosynthesis I'm just trying to give my brothers hope I'm just trying to tell you, you a king! And nah, I'm ain't Martin Luther's dream I'm America's nightmare, probably the same thing [Denzil Porter intro] Uhhh Let me try somethin' out Check it Look, now [Denzil Porter] I see you holding n***as down But you ain't going up I see a lot of people here But they ain't showing up Is mr. Porter on the mic Yo, hit the floor and duck With lines well-sized By the time you hit the shore You're stuck That flyer brother More naps than tired mothers On the road to succes Is see a lot of tires cut up I defeat thee With your small busts Like some cheap weed Can't beat me In the end Imma win That's my TB I'm f**ing the world Not carin' if my neighbours see me Matter of fact; let's move the courtains So that they can see me working Some screaming f** the world But they lyin' They using jerkins Everything they knows is fake When they ride with them plastic surgents Better stay up in your lane I don't care if the sign's emergent You've been deceived By one [?] of a beast Repeat Steve Irwin We burning the carry on When they heard me up-on these stages Others rappers babble on Like they early civilizations They' dumb whack Claiming they did this and they've done that Lost up in my shadow When I move they'll say "sun's back" I'm coming for your neck I hope you got your bun strapped Trust me The point I'm pushing is no thumbtack I run that And if they eyes run red Suggest you better leave I just keep crossing the line Like I should take some better threes Eyes begin dilatin' I'm saying you better breathe You just a son of a b**h You might be Caitlyn Jenner, see Must be colder How you claim you a leader And never lead? I'm an alpha, bet if she got an issue I let her be, see Some of y'all ain't get that Cause I'm rarely simple I'm that bu*ton on your remote I make you change your ember Huh, they call for a cypher I thought that split [?] I've been trolled If you see my pokerface You'd 've been folds I win fast, you win slow You must be Car You've been sold That [?] See homies wanna be a headless Make that Sleep Hollow beats and vowels Stepping in the craters; That's my feet you follow I be with the bravest natives Even go to beef With arrows, sticks and bottles Streets of power In the streets we getting copple Stone And the street sh** Might be new to them If they can't send the bars They should be neutral then When the folks on your side Say you're just food to him By the looks of it You're sugar sh** You're ain't food; you' nutriment I'm from where cops see ya A bunch of black heads They knock zema Crazy backwards: They use dirty tactics, to make blocks cleaner Aw jesus, looks how they react When these blocks team up Some people sleeping on me Is cool Are we not dreamers? Are we not from the cosmos? Are we not from the skies? Distracted from looking up Cause we practice this 9 to 5, while I Keep bringing this mic down They wonder why How else we gon' see eye-to-eye? LITTLE ni**a, WHAT's UP!? [Wam G intro] Yeah Yo, they don't know how to make love They don't know how to make love (teambackpack.net) [Wam G verse] They don't know how to make love So they love to make war Man it's making me nervous They make us [?] poor Make a movement I might just make you a martyr, fo' sure All these tapes about none Too many wallies for lance See with a content Cause I ain't content with nonsense Trying to get my sh** on two dope boys In complex Not too complex to understand In this context Tryin' to get a pack And make 'em flip like an omelette Wait.. But Imma let you finish Imma let you witness a winner Handling buisness Like [?] the rop I shake you out of your socks I break you out of your box Too many locked in your prison That's in your mind Back in the building Like a [?] Cleaning of the mess These clumsy rappers have left Make way as I head to the podium I'm about to make a speech on how You should give it a rest Sleep on Like you've been sleeping on me I guess, so I can quietly tip-toe My way to succes From the awaited stress Learn how to make diamonds Out the pores I sweat Dropping j**els when I flex I'm every color As soon as the sun hits my flesh Check at them shining I'm changing the climate f** a princess cut Cause my timing is timeless Rolex rhyming Bowflex mind is [?] projects Jigger out of the city Biggie hanging with Diddy When Combs was in a video dancin' That means I'm dancing on you n***as silly Speaking fast with an easy pa** Drop 'em like you need to crash n***a you ain't eating You' ain't eating like you need to fast n***a I'm discrete But it take none for me to flash Hanging on your feber last Is that do with dialect? Did you try violate? Or cook a violin? [?] and violence You know I got the glow My soul is ultraviolet On the road to riches And the n***as that I'm riding with And I'm driving with Or driven like when the tires spin Dippin' sirens, n***a