Spiega - America (Dirty) lyrics

The Reavers (ft. Spiega, Hasan Salaam, and Akir) - "America" [Produced by Bond (AKA 007)] [Samples: Millie Jackson - "(If Loving You Is Wrong) I Don't Want to Be Right"] [Verse 1: Spiega] Back against the wall, inhale. Reloaders automatic Sweat dripping, heart racing, ears cluttered with static I got a bad habit of shining off of ferocious thoughts Like motions for a thug holiday, closing the courts I'll show my thoughts on paper, stick ‘em inside of a bottle of Henny So if you find it, you know what to bring when you come and get me The slug that bit me never hit me, but, still, I feel it in me Grazing the earphones leaving the semi. I hear you, Lord I can't afford the price of milk, so they try to sell me the cow I'm tapped out like cellphones. Can you hear me now? I'm weary now Battery energy's down. n***a, I'll sound an alarm You've been warned. I've seen it coming through the eye of the storm I'm not the one for fronting—just lowkey. Find me in the corner Patiently waiting for something to happen—stop. Writing reporter Skip the thought. When it hits you, wrong place, wrong time For every shine and be clever ‘nough to know when The Devil get behind you. Locked and loaded, demoting Captains to privates stuck on [KB?]. You need a rope, pager Airbags, and safety harness to face me. An escape route? I've never planned it I'm finding a way. I got plans and none of them involve Dying today. It's time for war—grab your sh**, n***a [Interlude: Hasan Salaam] Hahahaha. Tr-true indeed [Verse 2: Hasan Salaam] True indeed. Conceive, guarantee masterpieces Born through a virtual [mist of rap thesis?] [?], my recitals are spoken as God's thesis Hair like wool shine bright with bronze features Warn Babylon. Long gone is the innocence I'll write under the influence of hellfire fingertips Right under the influence of pain and pestilence Search across/a cross to bear with nails through my ligaments I'll twist tops off and pop corks for the rememberance No question, the genesis of this is almighty The beauty of my wifey is beyond Aphrodite Got my whole fam beside me, holding it down Calvaries around my necks and my fitted's the crown Pound the flesh for my sins, make the soul sacrifice Plus, I'll lay my life on the line for the paradise Bring darkness to light. Reborn in afterlife Appetite for destruction. Second Coming of Christ What? [Verse 3: Akir] Yo, I'll make The ends justify the means. Don't know the meaning Of end. Up in the lion's den, looking for Zen. New World Order rites of pa**age: central booking for black men Old-timers fake Alzheimer's to forget what's happening Captain of the ship capsizing the mothership. The son A baby boomer, plan to blow up on some other sh** The world is falling faster than our interest in lust. Like Father Time busting nuts up in Mother Nature's guts. In the Ghetto, they rap tough, but, as people seek Heavy metal, rabbling rocks, them pebbles trying to eat you So, through economic levels, the neighborhood's Closer to devils and rebels. Mountains can never be level I'll Rock like Gibraltar with pictures like Minolta And never understand how the man standing over My shoulders all swollen from the world that I hold up So much in my soul cuts through beef like it's cold cuts Kick a** until the trouble's over. And this is for My soldiers, G.I. Joes at war with Cobras