IPΛT - Trance lyrics

VERSE 1 It's been wala magic But I'mma spoil the trance Expose all the secrets And point out the sleight of hand Thug all you want And sell all the 'yay You gon' still go to prison When the magistrate say And when his son murders He still get(s) away Like when you k** a black kid In a hoodie thats grey Call 'at strike Tre' Ya luck just ran out But the fortune of the Man just swelled W.A.S.P. account (C.C.A. n***a) I be's in the trap Nah, didn't take that route Cause I knew it was a trap Honey really sauerkraut Not into bear claws I'd rather eat some bare broads Something you don't find When you behind bare bars n***as so hard Don't even need a b**h And b**hes so hard Don't even need a dick That's called "flip the script" And also "bait & switch" But who am I to Judge Cause I ain't Christopher, Ya dig (iPΛT) HOOK You've been Under a spell It's time to see past the veil Of numbers and letters on the keys The door stands Open and waiting take the leap Faith comes by what you hear not what you see I'm tryna lead my people out of Egypt Take 'em into Kemet Don't worry about it My conscious n***as get it VERSE 2 So what's really good When you a young, black girl And you flippin' and breakin' records All across the world But the only thing we see is if you Rockin pretty curls So superficial n***as make me want to hurl Still waiting on Superman To save us from ourselves Instead 'a lookin' inside For that inner Kal-El Do a movie for the new juvies And make it sell and Have every generation Revive the fairy tale Well, what are our heroes (hmm) A drunk Who chases white girls and Spawn, the devil's son For a good black superhero Can't find the funds Plus, a movie like that won't sell Nobody'd come They(re) cummin' from the mind f** That's being done Told ya I would ruin ya trance 3-2-1, snap HOOK VERSE 3 Listen up Ya know the music that they Used to call "trance" You'd only find it in the clubs Where the white people danced Now it's everywhere Every station, every ear Every artist do a song with it on the track, yea They call it "Europop" Well, I'd say The bubble bursts in Greece The Euro nose dives, eh? Gotta pump funds in Euro e-con-o-may So we'll get everybody To buy into Euro ways Import culture into United States Via British Columbia Thanks a lot, Drake Degra**i, Stargate Even Justin Bieber U.S., you just Sick with the fever Jungle bunny diva Ditched for June Cleaver She mad, pack her bag & say "n***a, I'mma leave ya Sleep with Billy Bob Yeah n***a, that'll teach ya Maybe next time You'll give a damn about my beaver!" HOOK VERSE 4 Look, Bob Johnson ain't sell dope So, is that the only way up out the hood? Nope Plus, they(re) dough don't even come close So why risk ya freedom on the mirrors and the smoke, huh? For those that did it Much respect It's good you made your dough But don't mislead the next one Chasing bread crumbs, Hansel Gretal Straight to the big house The witch's kettle She brewing human stew out of your fellows So, her crib stay sweet just like a marshmallow She(s) real ginger cuz her house is full 'a bread And n***as keep lining up That's why the b**h stay fed and She gobble(s) 'em all up Her mouth is dripping down red Her decadence is sickening She stunt enough to break a leg She(s) really ugly But she get inside your head And make you think she's really pretty So you wanna get in bed with her She wants that big, black steed Cuz it got the seed that she needs To birth a bigger, badder breed HOOK ©2012 iPΛT