Suave-club - Back To Life lyrics

Any night day hour I'm a manage to be A skinny white-boy Arab Latin rapper for peace With y'all it's here today, gone tomorrow When I'm just here to stay, nonchalant If I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth I must have spat it out, as soon as I figured out How to spit on sh** I'm mad about Recording music, enjoying cruising Bestowing bruises, employing ruses And throwing clues is my life, and I'm out Times are rough it's getting tough That's why I rhyme thus With diligence, honestly It's me I'm never tired of Pushing the limit, in gimmicks I'm never tied up I'm healing open wounds Hoping you won't try and rub Don't try and steal or rob 'Cause soon we could admire Love As something that's so rare and beautiful It's what I died of But came back to life, remain bad but nice It's never bad advice, it's like I'm falling up And as for martial practice Coming at them with an arching strike Give lessons to professionals Teaching them to be acting right Connecting more than half of life History of ma**ive riots To protect the kids who have a right Man we have to try it You can't deny that it's a noble intention And when it's world Wide Homie it's a global intervention But not with armies, with arms and legs that I mention Use your mastery of Self to shed your indoctrination Once your insecurities are checked Stop procrastinating And truly invest, create unique vibrations It's in your interest to be honest and not hating In your inner eye spirits are giving you visitations Destined manifestations, presentations of our elevations The lessons from meditation. Mediation From frustration can come alleviation Lead the nation From displacement into reanimation From disgrace into the greatest wisdom Humbleness knows no opposition Potion can be hope or poison When it's a gift of reason As long as you're true to yourself There can never be treason Just make your music if you're a musician Art's for artists of life Your heart is right with them Find your use and study it with precision Love is first a fleeting feeling, then a decision Switch sides and not on a dick ride Never three sixes, rather gather six nines Clever sneak b**hes That I never would spit shine To deceased snitches, I dedicate this line: Karma is an instrument of Fate divine So if you waste time being fake it's a quick slide So quit lying, and picture a big sign saying "Playing is fine, but the day is to be picked, right?" So I could make it rock, pop, lock or stop With a written rhyme or a freestyle that's off the top But I'll never shine brighter than the most modest of pops Because we all have the potential Inside us to make it hot Let's make it proper, let's make it shock; To not only be the author but a Liver of Hip Hop I refuse to be a sinner with my hand on my co*k But it's so hard to be a winner in the Land of the Lost See the world is defined by how it is viewed So look into your mind t To visualise it in it's Howard Hughes Don't let them tell you what you can Or Emmanuel Kant do Print the Wu-Tang manual as a tattoo Drink chai tea, think tai chi and kung fu The system is within them Don't let them use it against you! We're all made up of little Huey P neutrons We got the Malcolm X factor We want to produce songs We are the Hip Hop Generation We want real-talk education They want to make us into mental patients But I'm the Dr Dre of no relation So ain't a G thing when I regulate them And then remind you to cut back the hatred Because when I say "peace" in my raps That's verbatim I got 2pacs of knowledge: 1 is there's no Biggie as long as you're honest The other is a Big Pun the industry punished They want us thinking Hip Hop vanished But it's underground, Ol' Dirty & unpolished They k**ed brothers And they had their sounds banished So I have to hold it down For the dead son's daughters There's no point in being strapped If they brought guns too For now I'll stick to my rap Homie I read Sun Tzu An Arab Aryan who's half a vegetarian My rap is happily burying anybody scary then A Barbarian with a malarian rap Aware of the traps Wearing them down on the mat Tearing the town off the map, I'm daring them Round 1 of attack, I'm derriering them You can't f** with this cat veterinarian Error to enact, terror on the track Throw you down the Fred Astair And then a merry a tap dance On your cemetery, the ba*tard Burn the university and bury your masters Because it looks bleak we bring a positive streak Don't bother feeling weak When you're travelling on the street With internal martial arts and marvelling of the Chi Your center rotates, gravitation lifts them off their feet I'm on some "turn the other cheek." Because the meek will inherit what they merit And what they achieve So what I'm trying to reach is being true to my ideal I'm being real, being true to Me is my philosophy I preach what I practice I'm practicing being a teacher I will speak and be honest I gotta stay a believer Though I'm cynical, this ritual is me And your ear's the receiver And it was never clear who's the deceiver But another year wondering to take it or leave her Make it or break it relieve her Struggle of mother earth It's nothing but words, I hear her, it hurts No one gets their just deserts I wonder should we just desert