Quite Nyce - The Spirit Pt. 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Quite Nyce] Yeah, uh Feel the fire that ignites steady preaching to the choir at night Drinking 'til he sees light Days been on the [?] bench, trench in the stench Ran over [?] guys who could give a f** if you ain't fam Damn this government, no love in it because they lie Innocent, shoot 'em in they back, pop Wars in Iraq, so they [?] They never lose just up the tax we fit the bill They give us pills to chill Drugs to hide from ourselves and guns to k** one another Swear to God on anything that I ever loved in my life I will bleed every ounce of [?] into this mic Until I'm cremated, shiny watches and cars doesn't mean you've made it They team with them, damn we playing media [?] strict 'til your head pops And broadcast live and direct, they hands out Not for respect, cut the [?] And watch what you say, they dialed in But until you [?] f** if they hear us They ain't never gonna k** my spirit Mind is trained, protect mines to [?] They aligned the planes, then ask why we commit crime, insane But I'll rebu*tal if they were truly concerned With our struggle [?] change [Hook: George Carlin] *But there's a reason. There's a reason for this. The owners of this country, I'm talking about the real owners now. The real owners, the big wealthy business interests that control things and make all the important decisions. Forget the politicians. The politicians are put there to give you the idea that you have freedom of choice. You have no choice. You have owners. They own you* [Verse 2: Trademarc] The spirit of America's so gone, so on the way From rattle to [?] the battle is who say the least Sway swing folks with hopes to increase Aggression overseas While black ops oversee all of us overly Crack [?] to blast marks on ground zero We found heroes and even in worst times, but Like Nero, burned down [?] to rebuild Fear's so dear so we k** Any and all, our government's team of [?] Connect the dots and propaganda the plots They got us landing in hot drop, LZs Get [?] Tel Aviv bombed on TV See it's okay, to laugh when rap is rained down and Have to get on the ground to half the age Front-page New York post Got most of the dead and dying lying in the roll While US soldiers, prowl like lions in the [?] I know the sounds on American but these days It seems k**ing is what makes us American [Hook: George Carlin] *They spend billions of dollars every year lobbying, to get what they want. Well, we know what they want. They want more for themselves and less for everybody else, but I'll tell you what they don't want: they don't want well educated people capable of critical thinking. They're not interested in that. They don't want people who are smart enough to figure out how badly they're getting f**ed by a system that threw them overboard 30 f**ing years ago* [Verse 3: Raydar Ellis] Uh, sun rising, my presence a daily blessing, a lesson in [?] compa**ion, exposed in my profession Ain't much changed since the intro with the Jacksons Where I picture myself in five years? Not sketching Every day is a rumour, my life that I just stepped in I'll die with the [?] with good memories I'll be left in So in essence I'm limitless, looping on life I live again But where do you draw the line or are you stuck scribbling Little artistic plan, worse that I'm revisiting That get you thinking about the life you want to be living in Rhyming for the sake of ritalin, no it's for the kids to safe the ritalin Pick up their life when their presription ends It's like you [?] your own, hyping the bridge The words of your own story, your life you currently biting, hah Non of it happens if the first step ain't trying so After this song stop relaying and start relying [Hook: George Carlin] *They own this f**ing place It's a big club, and you ain't in it You and I, are not in the big club. By the way, it's the same big club they use to beat you over the head with all day long when they tell you what to believe. All day long beating you over the head with their media telling you what to believe, what to think and what to buy. The table has tilted folks. The game is rigged and nobody seems to notice. Nobody seems to care.* [Outro: DC The MIDI Alien] *Yeah, Avengers Radio* *Dropping nothing but dope, intelligent music* *Right now, I got my man Apesh** on the line* *Yo Ape, what up?* *DC, what up cuz? *Ain't no'ng. What do you think of the broadcast so far dog?* *Yo, congratulations man I can't believe you guys pulled it off* *Yo thanks man, word up. Just a little hard work. I definately could not have done it without my East Coast Avengers army: Esoteric and Trademarc. You know Trademarc's the muscle, Esoteric's my eyes outside the station, taking care of security for us, you know what I'm saying. And speaking of armies, I'm about to get into some military-minded music* *Yo my man's brother just got back a few months ago and he lost his whole foot, his whole right foot* *Wow* *They amputated it. I don't think you can call him like [?][?][?] his left foot man, he's having a real hard time and I guess [?] understand they are not doing a lot for him, man. You know [?] run around if you can't even walk around* *It's crazy man. Us as American citizens really need to do more for our veterans* Word up* *And on that note, I'ma drop this next track, entitled "Disposable Heroes" by you, Ape, and the homie Nabo Rawk. Don't touch that dial. Avengers Radio, here we go*