November - Then November Came lyrics

[Intro: November] Double U on production, we might find you dead Yeah Yeah Let's go [Verse 1: November] Then November came Then I came Wounds in a thought Harsh winter, cold wind, fear, spit with a cough Broke down with my ones, struck, split, gotta duck Man down, on the ground, left hand holding rocks Right hand handing handful smiles, biting my own arm Leak tracks, mandatory standing up like a soldier When the general command was to pick up your weapon All them other fools were moving weight like they got a medal Slick Rick with the chains, trapped, two man cell state of mind Big Daddy, cane with the walking, I needed a lie Dropped on my knees, that's when it all comes together Real life, real chills, that's the time I be fed up Yeah, showing me this path seems too hard, nothing set up One day I'll be amazed how I managed to stand up Time pa**ed, real stand, all them f**ers be biting dust Not forgiving, not forgetting, man, these words just a beautiful lust [Hook:November] Then November came Then I came Wounds in a thought Then November came Then I came Wounds in a thought [Verse 2: November] Then November came Then I came Wounds in a thought Blood on my leaves, tears on your face ‘bout to drop At a funeral, black clothed, singing too much Lurking pussies watching, watch my tree growing up Is it yours? Is it mine? Everybody a**uming It's the d**h of the one who came around with solutions Foe, all the seeds that I planted now breaking the concrete Spit purple on your plants, mines, they needed watering All my lows, by the law, ‘till the dude ‘came the man While my fortresses is monumental, you built the house with sand Looks from our side, all you hoes all in trembling Had your time, motherf**ers, all you left is to get it in and Go, run, take care, the duo be chasing your steps Seek tracks, k**er hands, nothing can't make up for that Gotta stick up from you f**s, I copied that You copying my ways, ‘bout life? You ain't coping with that That's that big difference, you f**s, you living off the hype, hype Ok, I'm done [Hook: November] [Verse 3: November] Then November came Then I came Wounds in a thought f** with your brains, ‘bout the body, I'm bigging it up Luck not my name, but your god, man, is giving it up On you, got a Goose, since the winter is coming Never left seemingly, summers not Kalahari Meaning that, you illiterates: the cold never leaves And with me, ‘bout the culture, you could never compete Know my mind and my thought to the world it's a treat Yeah And I'm in my side with my woe like all the time We just laughing at your music, in this sh** you'd better die You keep talking all that sh**, ok, I'm closing all that ride On the seven, seven, seven, looking distant from the lies With my eyes, look for better times, seems like on The Wire Suit and tie, fresh in body and mind, that's my state of mind Ugh Reading that lyrics just made me cry, what you thinking ‘bout? Nah, I ain't talking of pain, smiles on me in sight [Outro: November] November's Very Own Double U on the production Outcast