Armond WakeUp - Jura**ic World lyrics

Jered Sanders New age rappers be like "No comparin' me to 'dem old rappers." This a new landscape, forget them old chapters Trynna get us some cake, and then the old chaplins of Hip-Hop trynna pray the guys get closed caskets, real And they careers get a whole asterix So tragic, no bars, the prose average Then again, they ain't trying to k** folks Just want the paper, cut some records but still though What the heck is we lookin' for? Can't a young man get money anymore? Let they pants sag down to the floor Really do it matter as long as they score? Display tha' art If you ain't trynna post out back, like Rosa Parks, better go hard But just stop living with no regard 'Cause double minds don't get washed, like Noah's Arc, amen J. Kwest It feel like they trying to get rid of kwesting Like I'm Yahoo mail, or the smoking section Smokers listen mid session, Lemonade Put emotions in they midsection I'm chasing souls creep leave a message, beep Instead of cursing these curses I'm inversing em IN stead of talking hot, I'm IN block burning em That mean I'm serving em, light-skin Don Cornelius Trying to ball in a world full of Don Sterlings The sound of the man working on the train right The run here is Prefontaine-like Jumping out the plane yelling Yo like I was Kappa Ice cold like I was Alpha Dogging beats, like Omega Blue belt, Six Sigma kick bidness on the Sega 16-bits or bars, it's rap or Oz The Wiz is back it's red, black, green and God I mean it god, I'm seeing you moggs I'm seeing you broads, you stay in Atlanta You stay off my phone, all day I'm at home Cause when it come midnight i'm marauding Armond WakeUp I'm on em They all podcasting & blogging They talking Might as well put your mouth in a coffin When y'all was snapping with Khaled looking for major keys I was locked in, Willie Mays Hayes'ing these Major Leagues Rather make believers than make believe Its crazy how they make it seem dangerous to take a knee These rappers playing games, using fake beef for promotion & the fans got the nerve to say rapping for God is corny My fear is That we would put a seal on our ceilings The worst place in the world to be is in your feelings I get it, feelings are appealing, but they're stupid Cuz feelings don't know your future These CM Punk's get in the ring over their head I don't care if you're prepared, your dreams can be a snare Its like, what's the grind if you ain't called to it My bars lucent, I'm God's student You stalled, move it I'm learning not to leave minutes wasted Y'all got all that theology But no power or demonstration