Enoch - Soapbox lyrics

Akin: f** a penny for my thoughts, here's a dollar If you can hear me hollar why they pop collar Champaign and combosie, I press play on a RCA to bring a legend back for the artists Stay tuned with the stars man, design bars man I rock with a pa**ion of fight cause life's hard As long as my sky spinnin, and I reside in it I define livin with though slides trippin k**ing innocence. f** a Glock, Benz, and medicine Especially when held by keen MC's that grimace and Uh, f** y'all thinking “the world's mine” Your dumb, dead, or blind. Smarten up, see the signs Building fall, but race war we brawl Like a new civil war f** Bush and Gore I got one shot to make it to the top Like a runaway slave ya'll better call the cops I must be tragic towards the pop culture fabric Surreal to the listener this sh** must be magic Cise Starr: It's the art of war stores trying to sell me on the bullsh** I'm laced up buckles n belts pens and toolkits Building up my city on rock and roll n soul Coming back on the physical wax so f** gold Not a soldier of fortune, but believer in the defense Protector of the rights, I fight the current events Soul so bright I cause a total eclipse f** a new order I became my own sequence Individual might with individual sight with hot lyrical mics high intensity nights. (try and walk with me) Cise Starr: Back on the stage in a fiery blaze Letting loose the inner sanctum while I conjure the grave Resurrecting on ca**ette cause my heart in stone Chip on my shoulder cause I'm always alone Akin: And, man, it's hard to breath without f**ing up trees I zone without the microphone. I'm scribing at ease Enoch blessed the instro, I let the pen strokes Paper knocks close to the fate look at menstros Reminisce on way back in the day The black face on the screen and crackers, they mock slaves f** a song and a dance. What you get is a glance A sharp bird's eye view through black experience When a sling meet a brake. A slug meets your fate White robs on a n***a dick—who beneath the taste? Goddamn, my n***a. It's like I've been here before Like polaroid shot picture that I'm headed for store The agonizing truth—just lock me up in that booth ‘Cause I'm keep on spittin this sh**. It's for the youth Young n***as coming up. Young Nas to reign Umbrella ya head, get ahead in this game, my n***as