Story Behind The Song
Well the beat is kinda slow and really intense. When I heard it, I didn't really know what to do with it until I got in a bad mood. I personally don't like what's going on in Palestine or with our government for that matter. Ignorance of the subtle variety is sometimes far worse than the obvious. It is not bliss.
Song Description
A hardcore, straight forward attack on the system, society and greed. It attacks the elite, jews, would be rappers and even includes a rather bold swipe at Jay-Z.
Song Length |
3:50 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop, Rap - Progressive |
Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Aggressive, Heated |
Subject |
Philosophy, Healing |
Similar Artists |
2Pac, Bob Marley And The Wailers |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Problems
All systems fail. They set their standards high like bail. Then pin the donkey to the tail that's how blindly they fail. Tattle tales tell tales tall tight like a female toss salad on the daily gets delivered like mail. See you; you can't fix shit if you're silent. Its not physics its science. This shit I'm selling is on sale you should buy it, eye it. I am defiance reliant, and thus a New York Giant. Home games played in Jersey where we Washington fry.
Everybody's got a problem- don't tell.
Yes can solve em but we sanction "oh well".
Can't you see the problems that make us leave hope?
A yo I'd break the law daily for dairy
Let me go broke damn it dare me. Me aint no fairy (calm down Taz!), you so scary- relax.
Plus all I'd do is relapse if blended in aint no bending in me jack man I'm just stating the facts
(gotta) ice cube for a brain get it daily from dames and though I sip a lot of kool-aid it don't run through my veins
I paid dues- made moves, like that dude in a church pew.
Interviewed the devil when my petal hit metal. I got a problem with them dudes' points of views in Jerusalem.
Floor so fucking high the most high cant get through to them.
I'm high on your track like that trick in smoke.
My life- full of foes, bullet holes with 0's... uh-oh.
Repeat chorus
Your daughter's skipping class
She takes it up the ass.
And suck them thangs in a pipe glass, but you upper class.
I hate this fucker so super crass so arrogant yet every time you turn around her ass is in the air again.
Yawl fire warning shots- I'm bored I'm like yeah right. Go get a gun, go ahead- give it all you've got!
You niggaz kill me with crazy tales of a yacht but that's you at that bus stop dog...
You niggaz need to stop
I'm Che Guevera with no bling on don't cling on status or even static just apparatus I sing on
I gets my Sting on, think on for those that's strong. This music shit's a bong, every breath you take you chiefing this song.