Daylyt - Let There B Lyt lyrics

Last Breath We all claim purple like its the purpose, though we far from the Urkel life Nerd clown us been clowning us for the circus right Well thats for cert cuz umm, what about sir cousin whose circumstance to be dickheads? Type cut ’em he circumcised Officers come in sizes they bring the cop out Yeah we be quick to cop out Yeah we claimin’ we can’t police, plot with the stock police, watch you gustapo We spot with the plot bro, we stop but don’t cat police, watches the top joe They be joking in past, remember its pa**ed joking Shoot your kid in the head off weed, we be the problem Dock water we tangle like seaweed see we squab it They recorded it with Tango, homies wonder what tango Hoovers they going ape for the orange juice, it just tango Mix it with Tanga Red, we can’t tame the great moments I’m on it, Owning every mistake that I made, this sh** is well done See world, we all black fish stuck in a well pond Cage k**ers who raise Phillip, who raise filler Long roads with screw drivers on a mission to flat heads, in the back of the flat bed only led to a flat bed High as the Mac in the back shed and brag about how we made n***as back shed 105 extra Garfield, book ‘n leaving em cats red Write time from a child showed us the pencil, growing up right still led to the pen so Who give a f** who done led us to the paper? Ganging junction and paragraph best ways, paper right to the pen den we got a battle with essays Saying yes to the Mexicans or get hit with the best k’s, organ hit with the best k’s Ain’t no arguing, it was just church organs, the funeral origins pour the gin for the homies soon as the gin sing We act hard co*kin’ every weapon we got, preppin’ we step to the block One step poppin’ at all the ba*tards, black widows and black windows for shades Shades create the locs, locs create the locusts, green masks for procreation hopeless Dream cast from the dope we chasing cokeheads Steady to tumble, ready to rumble, now dream cast the homies played it focused Get our weight up, the shells cracking buff n***as who gon’ say they the yokest It’s apparent that parents don’t know yo kids, all they give em is yo-yos and they will line up when they call the popos Yo-yos see the trick is to walk the dog in the sleep stay Sweep stakes for street sweepers, give me room when the beef quake Cuz we need it never play freeze tag but as a child I stay still n watch raise villains slaves stay still in my brain I see you IV2 still in my vein, look what the feed us Look what they did to defeat us, promote abortion destroying the fetus Feeding they trap, feeding the strap stay, feeding the strap rappers Not rappers rappers who rap like widows wrap, top rappers real in raps Even ghost writers got ghost writers, for the long as I been he who done goes higher But I’m tired of that back seat, Rosa Parks in my rap sheet They don’t know about the track meet, relay see they don’t credit the n***a who start the first lap The n***a who bought the first rap same ones at the finish line, why you working at finish line lettin’ em n***as finish lyin’ They get it booked worldwide then they lie, bury ya, cry for your criteria Tearin’ up tearin’ notes with the tantrums, coulda been tangible, now you asked out on cam they treatin’ you like DeAngelo Hand you low hands with soft dab Angela Love, hang at a club Paint of a scrub through Twitter, check the TLC what they saying, AC is fans code, n***a AC don’t work And he got his fans blocked, he the man you demand spots While he sit and imagine, you gotta look at that mansion Rapping your lyrics you hear it on radio, DVD, CD, see we see you USC berk and all, cuz the employees of them industry n***as done jerked you hard Hurt your heart with them heart attacks, they had heart attack implants, cardiac you just carting yack for customers Pardon the act they f** with ya but you don’t get no retweets, no showcomers, no roadrunners, no B beats So you put out the reference but they don’t believe you cuz they paid referees in the game Best believe that the game real cold cheaters with low bar meters, who need us Meet us at random places and ask for the raps, these kinda persons the world label em all Allstars with these Converses It’s us versus the Kanas (?), I should kinda go Congo Apesh**, I ate sh**, cuz Im kind, my kindness found with the soundbite b**h a** cold squares my kind ain’t found with these clown dykes, and they hike in the mountain most of these fans liking what they recitin’ Vampire request what y’all love while these n***as biting See the whole next wave of these rappers they bloody s** Drag ya luck tryna diss me, its just me and Ichiban, Ichi spawn, we the dawn, see the bond Edomites see the light Breathe