E-dubble - Alive Til' I Die lyrics

[Hook:] I'mma talk that sh**. Why? Cause I'm alive 'till I die Hands in the sky cause I'm just so high Drink beers. Why? Cause I'm alive 'till I die Life's too long; give the kids a couple years Get 'em high. Why? Cause they're alive 'till they die They're never going to live if you never let 'em try Get 'em high. Why? Cause you always sell 'em lie Fill up a cup with something stupid and we sip it till it's dry Redundant and rethorical. Rhymes metephorical Carbon and borium. Science is adorable When humans are babies they're really just trainees Figure out the hustle so they don't seem lazy Crazy and desperate. Looking upset Always let sh** go 'till it turns to a mess It's f**ed up and painful. Them little things change you Chained to the common definition of an angle You're never going to make it. Just accept it So you try to live a life where you don't regret sh** Moving rocks to the top of a mountain just to Throw 'em back down. And when you get knocked down Pull your a** back up. Life's tough, but that ain't no reason For cheating. Fake freedom keeping them heaters tucked In your tool-belt. If you really wanna be rough Figure out how to squash pride. Even a punch Can give you jail time. That's why I studied up How to live life between the lines till Armageddon comes If it does, scratch that verse; I will have guns Mad Maxin' mother f**ers till [?] [Hook] When the sun goes down and the girlies get dressed up I'm dressed down with my homies getting messed up Pre-game, pre-fame, so we drink sh** beers But I guarantee you're going to hear about us this year Six white boys trying to make noise With enough street cred. that we could sleep with toys I'm not Mike D or [?] But while it's safe to bet that we could be your hip-hoper (ugh) Like my name is Frank White My *** noise have got you saying “that's tight” Slap a hater like my name is Bob Knight And with a hand this big you'll be saying good night Good night to the dicks O'Rilley and [?] Hip-hop lives, and you'll never out shine us Flip flop kids with the [?] and binders Back street peeps and the d-boys like us That's a cool group, and we're a sweet team And if you really like us, you should join the street team All you gotta do is send me an e-mail With a poorly drawn picture of a naked female And you're in [Hook] Hip-hop is good. I'll 2Pac your hood With “thug life” on my belly, cause I signed with Suge Not really, but my feeling is I probably could Cause I could serve Snoop at rapping, and at fatherhood No disrespect meant. No dis-service done Just nervous lips service from a disgruntled dunts I walk through the valley of the shadow of life Realised I gotta spit cause I'm really too nice Hiding talent from the ma**es. Reclusive Marshal Mathers Is a sin, but I'm an atheist so you can do the math Addition of the sh**, and calculus might be a b**h If you mastered binary then you're going to be rich Control the f**ing robots, master all the pop songs People in your pocket praying that you last long Two thousand and eight. They've been hiding their faith When the real deal shows up they'll hate on the fake Hypnotized too long by the loudest hammer The kick and the stand mesmerized like Obama The can-speak scares peeps like Osama Think without re-[?] we're going to get hammered It's all intertwined, and all on the line You can buy a used book, and still read it just fine Politics is entertaining. The music is politics But it's all bullsh** so please don't follow it Come on! [Hook]