Natalie Sullivan - Urban Liberation (feat. Scarub) lyrics

[Verse 1: The Wilde] Listen to riff-raff trying to sell itself Talking weed, money b**hes sounds like everybody else I am simply synthesis, antithesis of this sh** Wishing it was different so I'll preach it till it is White like Vanilla Ice, Miller, and Macklemore Can't jump, can't dunk, can't slap backboards All my tracks slaps even though I don't stack more Smack nerds back to the burbs if they call me dirty words Call me Peter Pan, never grow up Captain of the hooks, good looks, or close enough Most of my sh** isn't boastin', it's love And I'm coastin' and toasted and trying to have fun with it Wallet's got ones, and I don't need your stuff I don't tote guns and I don't buy the fluff All I need are real friends, sun, and sand to post up Dark lens days, long nights, west coast, yup! [Verse 2: The Wilde] Listen to the pop stars trying to climb the pop charts It all sounds the same like they're processed: pop tarts I don't claim to be the best and I don't need the title either Only beats homies and trees so I can't float into the ether Modern day McCandless your parents can't handle it I tell them I make hip-hop they look at me like damn I'm a wet cement vandalist, a musical anarchist Hustling on my own hoping my destiny will manifest Pray for the best and expect the gutter In the past ten years I grew up out of my stutter Want my flow to steer me clear of tidal waves like a rudder You can use them all for baking: they're smooth like PAM Up in the booth like Shaq, Shazam Here's a brand new beat made for TV, KaBlam! It'll never make it here, but it's big in Japan I'll damn up the mainstream and start my own brand [Hook: The Wilde & Natalie Sullivan] This is urban liberation For an alien nation Tune into your own station And embrace the sensation [Verse 3: Scarub] I'm not one for boarders, I be scaling them Out this new world order, taking trails that bend I don't follow, don't understand, or deal with them Laws of nature; only rules, nothing realer than No cloned chromosomes, I stand alone Amongst a flock of sheep, I'm an alien You're not from where I'm going, different time zone We don't form the same crop circles, fill you in I'm like helium, when you breathe; exhale with a higher form of speech High pitch like throwing over trees, rock hard like I'm boating over seas Interstellar aviator surfing audio waves on your receiver Put an ear to the speaker Hear me flow over beats, I just coast like a beach, stay a float with a speech At my leisure The less I care what you think I feel free-er Shooting star on my way to Mars And yes I'm rare, don't you blink, while I'm here I'm just pa**ing through, suspect at large Urban liberation living with no hesitations Creative thinking mixed and merged with imagination Swerving and chasing mines, dream catching, time racing Got to streamline, emerge out the situation So many trends, hash tags, and fads This alien nation is hard to get a grasp Get a grip, get a clue, get a pa** Life's a trip. How long will you last? I tune out and tune into my own station And listen to my intuition like a broadcast The moon in out, and they say the sky is the limitation But on the surface of it, isn't there some new paths? So I'm embracing the sensation Change the future right now; build a better past Haters gonna hate, turn it into motivation Originate like the greats, until we're free at last [Hook] This is urban liberation For an alien nation Tune into your own station And embrace the sensation