作曲 : MaxiMillian Emanuel Cucchiara
They can always try to hold us down
Staring at us like we’re stupid clowns
Like
What are the chances that you will be found
Nothing but a dreamer in dream
Pack your bags and turn around
Got it wrong, got it wrong
Imma show them on
Every song, every song
That I’m determined better
Sing along or move along
All you skeptics will
Believe it all, once for all
Watch me, watch me
(Whoah!)
Tie me down
Seal my mouth and stab me now
Future is not looking so great for y’all
Coz I’ll be packin’ crowds
In amount
That you couldn’t count
All around
Yeah you hear that sound
That’s the people shouting
Not some bunch of clowns (Ugh)
They believe in me (believe in me)
See the reason we (the reason we)
Can just connect so easily
I share my stories, my feelings
And pour them onto a song
As the instrumental can rise
They feel the pain that I’m on
(Like oh man!)
But let me take you back to the present
Where this dream that I’m repping
Still is not acknowledged or mentioned
But I feel effervescent
And don’t see the day that I’m getting
My self up out of it
Even if the devil just steps in
We all surrounding him
Putting every word
Every sentence
Every lyric, every rhyme, any flow
That is accepted
And Wielding this weapon
That is created with a difference
And stab it in your heart
For ever looking at me as gifted
You mother-
They can always try to hold us down
(Hold us down!)
Staring at us like we’re stupid clowns
(Oh man!)
Like
What are the chances that you will be found
Nothing but a dreamer in dream
Pack your bags and turn around
Got it wrong, (Yeah!) got it wrong
Imma show them on
Every song, (Whoah!) every song
That I’m determined better
Sing along (Ay!) or move along
All you skeptics will
Believe it all, once for all(Flash Gordon tell em!)
Watch me, watch me(Whoah!)
Watch me (Rroll)
Watch me, watch me
Listen and follow me
Cause this is how it ought to be
For tryna collide with me
And constantly
Denying we put blood
On attire of industry
No
Documentary
Hoe
Documenting
We remain sane, aim trained
Know what I'm sizzling
Yeah I often flame, off the chain
Operation **** the game
Beam melts
When the heats felt
Tell me what's really brakkin mane
(SuWoo)
There's a really
Huge gap between us
Ain't none of you
Got a lead on
What the Rroll & Raw Mind be on
Hoping and praying
Down fall won't be long
But they bout to hate
What a styla make
Then break the cake
Off in their face
For the you king
Azmo the great & general stro
My sons name sake
Peep game
Styla
We gon’ take off
Higher
All the bread being brought in
Will Be distributed
Proper
Trust it'll show, yes
We the next
Best to blow
Rest assured
We'll stamp the globe
Cause the flow
Undebatable
They can always try to hold us down
Staring at us like we’re stupid clowns
Like
What are the chances that you will be found
Nothing but a dreamer in dream
Pack your bags and turn around
Got it wrong, (Got it!) got it wrong
Imma show them on
Every song, (Damn!) every song
That I’m determined better
Sing along (Woo!) or move along
All you skeptics will
Believe it all, once for all
Watch me, (Yeah!) watch me(Whoah!)