[Intro: Big Rube]
Y'all already know what it is
Big Rube, S.W.A.T. Zone 4
Y'all cats wanna go in circles and do the same thing over and over
Well, this the revolver
How you comin' up when you fall for the trap?
Got the dope game fucked off, now you tryna murk rap
True success comes from work, fuck understanding, know that
Ain't none niggas servin' dubs gon' get rich off one pack
How many sacks? How many stacks?
Don't matter, this ain't 'bout that
It's 'bout the illness of the spirit 'caused by the realness niggas lack
Recidivism is the schism that's become an achilles we can't heal
Why the sounds of our blackness has turned into white noise that we can't feel?
I'd never knowingly endorse a purchase of some shit that was created by those without skill
Life teaches this lesson:
Originality and talent are two things that you can't steal
Dead for real, this ain't no game
Your ass could end up dead for real
This endless cycle of ridiculousness is what we need to kill
Yet in still, we didn't instill, with thoughts counteracted the heaven as live
So that same bullshit we been programmed with is all we have to give
Revolving around the same snubnose we can't see until they pull it
It's the epitome of ignorance 'cause only a fool plays Russian roulette with six bullets
Gone
Y'all already know what it is
Big Rube, S.W.A.T. Zone 4
Y'all cats wanna go in circles and do the same thing over and over
Well, this the revolver
How you comin' up when you fall for the trap?
Got the dope game fucked off, now you tryna murk rap
True success comes from work, fuck understanding, know that
Ain't none niggas servin' dubs gon' get rich off one pack
How many sacks? How many stacks?
Don't matter, this ain't 'bout that
It's 'bout the illness of the spirit 'caused by the realness niggas lack
Recidivism is the schism that's become an achilles we can't heal
Why the sounds of our blackness has turned into white noise that we can't feel?
I'd never knowingly endorse a purchase of some shit that was created by those without skill
Life teaches this lesson:
Originality and talent are two things that you can't steal
Dead for real, this ain't no game
Your ass could end up dead for real
This endless cycle of ridiculousness is what we need to kill
Yet in still, we didn't instill, with thoughts counteracted the heaven as live
So that same bullshit we been programmed with is all we have to give
Revolving around the same snubnose we can't see until they pull it
It's the epitome of ignorance 'cause only a fool plays Russian roulette with six bullets
Gone
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