David Blaxk - Barcodes lyrics

[Intro: David Blaxk] I'm so lyrical, it's criminal These an*logue n***as Forgot I'm moving digital They step into the ring Before they ever did a physical You never walk alone Attack philosophy is Liverpool But when you're 10th Getting wrapped is pretty typical Come here rookie Let me show you what this mic do Slew you, and your whole crew too I'm sick of these punks, see em like tofu [Hook] Got beef On your plate Imma back it like stew Switch up the ra**claat genre Going off track, like the weave on your mums do Turn these words into paper This beat into pence Imma rip this beat Turn the speaker to shreds [Verse 1: David Blaxk] Meds Take em when you need em Enforcers take our freedom Go arrest him coz he's black Don't have to give a boy a reason I've been told by the system My kind end up in prison And these youngers need some hope That's why we hold on to religion Listen, take him round the corner He'll see another him In the bin, getting money slim Weed up in his gyms Hold on Getting money slim Weed up in his gyms Do your thing, stop meddling in Drug engineering Wann' be big boss Top boy Man in the streets Cuh, you hear them boy on road Are getting bands in the street A rare cut diamond, if you down You can get it Spit a 16 Make I, scream Like a frozone diabetic If it aids you, then let it Try it 3 times don't forget it Just re-up, I'll repent I know you tryna get it Wann' be big boss Top boy Man in the streets 'Cuz, you hear them boy on road Are getting bands in the street Now u wanna build a stack You're a target you see Get pegged with a bullet Like a dart in the streets [Hook] Got beef On your plate Imma back it like stew Switch up the ra**claat genre Going off track, like the weave on your mums do She said she said, she said Turn these words into paper This beat into pence Imma rip this beat Turn the speaker to shreds [Verse 2: David Blaxk] Green Bay packing Pa**ing yards amazing Got em touchdowns Now the studios ablaze, and Alex on the mantle Pure fire he creating Got a DJ, and a singer Yours truly, in the making What's up? So now I'm tasting mula I'm debating On how to change Or re-arrange The world we're tryna live in This roller coaster living It's difficult we're sinning Coagulate your brain when the ba** hits Your eardrum Controlled, oh But When I go, I get him I'm gone, uh I might approach him (get him) I flow, like molten in the mud Plot hot So I spit it fast to get it off my tongue Hot rock So it's easier to break It into crumbs Whole block Movin food Can't understand why we're still hungry Your life depends on loyalty You dance around You're getting served Before the reaper blink Take a hint You think you're special bro The reaper come before the bullet blow Sitting down waiting for you to choke Oh you're losing hope Feeling oh so Dre Probably due to oh Motives on the low (you're k**ing me) So unsociable Take another toke (away from me) And if we're barcodes We can't keep makin' narcos We're damaging our system And we're breaking mothers hearts Cold So be a king Just see it within You're unique!