[Intro: Denzel Washington & Mac Miller]
Fifty thousand men died right here on this field
Fightin' the same fight that we're still fightin' amongst ourselves today
This green field right here is painted red, bubblin' with the blood—
Look, look, yo, look
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
They say it's hard to get a deal, a hundred bars just won't appeal
So I'ma start to spit it real from the heart
Spit a scar that you can feel from battle wounds
Rapped inside the womb, now I'm walkin' here on Earth
I'll probably rap inside a tomb with a book of notes and some good to smoke
You can find me kickin' rhymes 'til my foot explodes
They wouldn't know my dreams, think I'm far from it
My mind's in space, to rеmain until the star plummets
Hits me on thе noggin, brain abduction from these ATL-iens
People hear what I say, they wanna tell they friends
How the story end? Sick and closure
I'm keepin' my composure 'til I get myself exposure
Thought I told ya, I remain a soldier even when the world is goin' colder
This a rap addiction, I ain't shootin' dope
Or doin' coke, although I choose to smoke
'Cause if I don't, then my fuse will blow
The few who know what I'm capable of
We ain't related by blood, but I show all eight of 'em love
Some people say I'm overrated as fuck, son
My conjunctions create lyrical volcanic eruptions
Nobody notices the focus is away, this ain't the focal point
I'm gettin' signed 'cause I can rock a couple local joints
We ain't supposed to point up under labels
I heard the fables, they say it's time to turn the tables
Fifty thousand men died right here on this field
Fightin' the same fight that we're still fightin' amongst ourselves today
This green field right here is painted red, bubblin' with the blood—
Look, look, yo, look
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
They say it's hard to get a deal, a hundred bars just won't appeal
So I'ma start to spit it real from the heart
Spit a scar that you can feel from battle wounds
Rapped inside the womb, now I'm walkin' here on Earth
I'll probably rap inside a tomb with a book of notes and some good to smoke
You can find me kickin' rhymes 'til my foot explodes
They wouldn't know my dreams, think I'm far from it
My mind's in space, to rеmain until the star plummets
Hits me on thе noggin, brain abduction from these ATL-iens
People hear what I say, they wanna tell they friends
How the story end? Sick and closure
I'm keepin' my composure 'til I get myself exposure
Thought I told ya, I remain a soldier even when the world is goin' colder
This a rap addiction, I ain't shootin' dope
Or doin' coke, although I choose to smoke
'Cause if I don't, then my fuse will blow
The few who know what I'm capable of
We ain't related by blood, but I show all eight of 'em love
Some people say I'm overrated as fuck, son
My conjunctions create lyrical volcanic eruptions
Nobody notices the focus is away, this ain't the focal point
I'm gettin' signed 'cause I can rock a couple local joints
We ain't supposed to point up under labels
I heard the fables, they say it's time to turn the tables
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