57 Pixels - Be da bop lyrics

Verse 1 I'm sick, somewhere I must of caught diseases From Marshall cause for some reason I just can't stop succeedin' Its partially from being lost at sea Feeling like I can walk with ease while even being part palegic I'm the philosophies prodigy of prophecy like Socrates A lot to see like world renowned soccer teams You're probably not following, so I soul heartily Swear weak is not me, when you think great Well ya thought of me Its seems I came into a world in atrocity and possibly I've subconsciously thought I'd stop some policies That let our politics and politicians start to cop our things The war on d** is to put the only dealers in the pharmacies Apart from the hypotheses, a sk** like carpentry or botany Is probably the most valuable thing like property! Trust me, I'm honest constantly. Pardon me I'm just lost for words and paused perturb, my apologies But I'll still sing Hook Be da bop x4 This needs to stop, this need or thought that lets the people to be beat by cops Its almost like no matter what they couldn't give a sh** if we're pleased or not As useless as tooth less shark, prove that you can have a new fresh start Be da bop x4 At three my moms would read some awful story about how to beat the odds I've tried to be the man that she could look up at and see in stars But now I bet she looks down on me ever since I've seized this art Verse 2 My childhood was something more like now you should Stay in the shallow pool of life like the way a coward would Had to make myself strong like pallet wood Cause the weight of the world is heavy I'm finna break this stool Oh well, only one carrying it so I guess I look a fool Mistook for cool one of the worn out old rusty useless tools Do you know how it feels being told yous a fool Cause you're always tryna find a way everybody's beautiful? I used to get ridiculed for thinking wearing suits was cool Almost every time I've been told, "That life don't suit ya, Jules!" And I'm smart as f** but I've been told by useless fools That if I follow the money it'll make me completely whole Whatever, anything anyone else has done good I've done better But some'll tell ya, at sixteen my wits were intensely swift Picked a bit til I could hit me licks Try to stick it in the pretty chicks But they're harder than Mayweather reading Harry Potter sentences I'm barely an adult and I've managed well enough Haven't landed in the cut or been bandaged for more than cuts Grasped a silver tongue and still as candid as a blunt The way I compare to the rest is like a commander to his grunts Why is supposedly the only way to be successful is through college degrees Man, that bothers me. I sought harmony and fought for me Pardon me I lost my train of thought, my apologies But I'll just sing Hook Be da bop x4 At three my moms would read some awful story about how to beat the odds I've tried to be the man that she could look up at and see in stars But now I bet she looks down on me ever since I've seized this art Be da bop x4 Money's the real schedule one drug we all can't seem to stop The only ones to pay to live on this planet like we can leave this rock This needs to stop. I'll fight until I bleed out or drop Verse 3 Currently, its common courtesy to repay with cotton currency That is tainted and that's our biggest problem certainly I think the world would be better off if Everyone started burning green instead of dreams, its hurting me We murder teens by making them serve over seas turned burgundy For personal greed and tell them is in the country's needs How much longer til we open our eyes and f**ing see!? That the human race as a whole is crumbling All because of the fruit that's grown off of money trees But if we all don't get our heads up out our a** We could end up stumbling down a path Of brash thinking on fast ways we can be cash making Over the laughs made with bad a** friends 'n I can't stop it Even though I'm trying to be the man God is! But still through all this constant nonsense What's hardest is the garbage that gets our 1 Percenter's pardoned If pro is the opposite of con, then what's the opposite of progress? This pompous economic market's causing profit for the gossip columns And this life is all we know, and that's where we got a problem I'm not trying to reiterate Nas or Rakim But we should stop the violence over petty sh** like rocks n diamonds I can already picture my son, even though I'm not a father Lost in all the product our father's brought down on us To piece through all their squabbles over profit No matter how inhumane it got to be. I've sought harmony And fought for me, pardon me I've lost my train of thought, my apologies Hook Be da bop x4 Money's the real schedule one drug we all can't seem to stop The only ones to pay to live on this planet like we can leave this rock This needs to stop. I'll fight until I bleed out or drop Be da bop x4 Its almost like no matter what they couldn't give a sh** if we're pleased or not This needs to stop. I'll fight until I bleed out or drop