One-2 - Don't Die lyrics

[Hook: Julius Luciano] No, no don't die yet, you need to survive Hip-hop we gone keep you alive No, no don't die you got a culture to feed Rap keep your eyes open and breathe [Verse 1: Julius Luciano] As I'm looking through life's windshield My vision precise, my steering is right, got drive and will I'm feeling excitement, zeal, enlightment still, my plight is real I don't like this, I've never been a negative pessimist I see the gla** half full, I don't care about the rest of it I married rhyme, it's been on ever since Got on bending knee to this industry, we been joined at the hip Hop is not dead it need a heart transplant And I'm the donor, my heart's intact We speeding, trying to bring our craft back Y'all whack cats moving slow, I show you where the off ramp at It's our turn to go, we got the right of way We do this sh** right, ain't no righter way We healing rap, we wanna see it change right away Y'all might k** it tomorrow but it won't die today [Hook: Julius Luciano] [Verse 2: Kenny Siegel] It's like the game shaking and seizing Check it's pulse make sure it's breathing We on our way straight there, we speeding To give it the medicine it needs, feed it rap lines And keep a heartbeat going so it don't flatline I think it's that time for the separation of men and mice It'll take as long as the preparation of minute rice Y'all f**ing the game and don't know how to hit it right Y'all too soft and barely go in, get it right We gone nurse it back to good health but what these n***as write Play judge and with these sentences we'll give it life Y'all need to get touched, only we get felt Acting like G's ya need some help Y'all play tough for ya CD's to leave the shelf But even if cops gave you a room to sleep in jail, you wouldn't see a cell sh** I ever wrote, that's the realest It's ironic, but to keep the sh** alive we got to k** it [Hook: Julius Luciano] [Verse 3: Demetrius Capone] Don't die on me, don't die homie Show me them n***as who did it, I'm finna ride homie They tried to k** my n***a hip-hop, so I'm finna lick shots As long as my lyrical 9's on me See I'mma menace, I know where them n***as kick it at Down for a 187, I'm finna get the gat That's a metaphor, that mean I'm finna spit a rap And k** men, women, and kids who set us back Oh you ain't down to k** these kids right now? For what they did to my nig right now Making dance songs, gay ringtones, trying to switch right now n***a you acting like a b**h right now I'mma spit my style, like blaow 'til all of them n***as drop Gun on my hip for what they did to my n***a hop Since we the West, they don't wanna believe it But we resurrecting hip-hop, this the second coming of G-sh** [Hook: Julius Luciano] [Verse 4: One-2] We was like husband and wife, she the love of my life Meant to be chemistry when I'm hugging the mic Been tight since we was young, had a magical bond But lately we've grown apart, that old spark is gone Cuz she changed, cheated on me with some industry lames Who pimp her to gain riches, a few minutes of fame They don't love you like I do, it's really a shame They take advantage, then turn around and spit on your name Baby the world's cold, damn what coulda been something special Why'd you have to go and turn into a ho, why? f** em with them other cats, they ain't in love with rap They just abuse my baby to make some money stacks This industry left you for dead, when you regain your consciousness I'll be next to your bed Them rappers who did this to you gone get wet spraying I'm praying, holding your hand by your d**hbed saying [Hook: Julius Luciano]