4Real - Beast-Mode lyrics

[Verse 1: Lethal Dialect] Remember summer nights at the school gates Listening to old school tapes till it was too late Before i had to pack my suitcase to move place Yeah its a shame they're gone, full of pro's but mainly con's I couldn't name in songs, we used to picture them the same as Don's Discussing saving bonds and campaigns while arranging pawns Over Dom Perignon champagne and prawns on food plates with Filet Mignon But the truth was in the news-breaks Paranoid feuds based on huge stakes that mutate Faster than they found somebody they could blame them on Remember the day them two older heads came along My father said 'in groups of two, you get the brains and braun The braun is the strength but the brain's as strong' I concluded the braun was the man with the screwed face The brain showed no mood in a fugue state They pulled a kid out his house in his nude And what we viewed made a few faint They mutilated his face and spewed him in blue paint Looked at us and said 'see kids, selling c**aine is wrong' I seen a couple of similar situations dawn It taught me life not utilized, well that's a true waste And that was when I obtained a bond With something somewhere way beyond [Hook: Lethal Dialect] When the sun's low, the street's glow Fluorescent lights from police sirens, ma**age parlors and peep-shows The cost of life's low and talk's cheap so Keep your eyes wide open and keep your beak closed Its where I grew up, its where i learned how to be a man Its why i'm constantly in beast-mode Forgive me if I seem cold, I don't trust much Around here ain't nothing but wolves dressed in sheep's clothes [Verse 2: 4Real] I used to go to school, get the same education as some of them Now look at them, hustling has them ducking the bullets For something they probably wanted none of in the first place Got stuck with full weight, in court awaiting the charge on the gun case There's too many indians, not enough chiefs Blinded by cash enough to cut cheeks, look at the kids screaming 'f** peace!' And throwing their fingers up to police, nothing but thugs With their badges and uniforms starting wars on the streets So walk with me awkwardly, through filthy back alleys and dormitories The poor unfortunates bang h**ne but can't afford to eat I know its torturous, but every street corner is gonna have its lawlessness Kids wanna be bosses, lacking supportiveness Of course I see the mentality, fixed on what's unimportant Working like horses for the futures of their sons and daughters How much longer they going to ignore it instead of sorting it? The education for youth is imbalanced and disproportionate They see the fortunes, coke on the titties sniffing it off of them With figures political, lavish living, sitting in offices Everyone wants a piece of the action and this is obvious I watch them building more prisons than clinics and hospitals How we can we overcome the obstacles if we don't acknowledge them Impossible, ways to get riches and always an honest one But I guess we can dream though, the teens murder teens for kilos Breaking the street codes, has me stuck in beast-mode [Hook] [Outro]