JRome - Gattaca lyrics

[Verse 1: Illmaculate] Was given old materials to build with my hands Focus energy inwards, I'm building a man Learned only pursuing skrill is a minimal plan What you gon' do with opportunity once given a chance? (Blow it) My own critic, low fitted, smoke excessive No kiddin', in my zone lifted with an O twisted Homies saying, "Go get it!" – No sh** I've been so distant tryin' to mind my own business Be inspired by all those you know winnin' But all them contacts don't help with no vision They don't get it, though; too busy being bitter, cold They must've hit the slopes, get it? Snow That mean they sniffin' blow I hit 'em low with that addictive flow Tell 'em get in line or miss the show The whole package, peep it, homie Treat it like an old matress So I'm springin' on 'em while they sleepin' on me True emceeing is far and few between So while you were sleepin' your influence weakened But this music's freein', share a few ideas Somewhere between consuming things And reinventing the human being – you should see it This is Christ's d**h, this the resurrection This is God's work, somethin' to never question This is bigger than God and America ‘Cause, sh**, if he was here you'd probably call him a terrorist War profiteers don't want us having knowledge preparing us More awareness to interfere with the profit imperative Burning chariots await 'em at Hell's gates Until then we're all cellmates When's the last time you felt safe? Huh? When's the last time you felt safe? We turn all emotion off as a fail safe I know it's hard to acknowledge That moment there, we become part of the problem For me it's larger than stardom, pardon My calling falls between stuffing pounds in a Gucci bag and moving mountains with music Tryin' to balance the two, on this power I truly have Made a wish, threw my change in a fountain that threw it back I doubt you are cool with that [Hook: J-Rome] I know that I contribute to the problem And for that I do apologize But the only thing I've got to work with Is just me, myself, and I So either I'ma keep going hard on these beats Or I'ma find a way to make a life on these streets But I must succeed ‘Cause I ain't got sh** but me I ain't got sh** but me [Verse 2: OnlyOne] Everything that I have, I made myself My moms and dads created me, but I made my self I sold my weight on my own, and I paid myself So if I let you play me close, then I blame myself Look, there's no use in crying if you spill your milk So before you start squealing, go k** yourself See, what happens is, if you owe me, that means I owe someone else; so before you go f** me, go f** yourself Yeah, you f**ed yourself, I know that sh** hurts I only swung on you ‘cause you did the sh** first Even if you about to die it could've been worse ‘Cause we was born to die, but we was born to live first Give me more medicine, I'll make the bed I'm in I might get on your nerves, only if you snakes shed your skin Arm, leg, leg and arm; constellations made of stars We all actors on a cosmic stage, and I play my part Fascists cast me away, ‘cause I'm not crafted from clay You trapped like a slave, but you can't see the chains When's the last time you felt safe? Stealth planes I'm baggin' up whale weight until my scale breaks I pull the iron from my Orion's Belt And meteor shower the media with shooting stars I'm even shooting stars Then I keep it movin', like a bull in charge Keep it movin' like Dale Earnhardt, Jr.'s car, supercharged I'll put you in the dark for all that whoop-whoop And I'll pull your card, ‘cause I don't know who's who And I would say, "Do you!" – but the stupid part Is you don't even know who you are, do you? I put these hands of mine on you You need to put the hands of time on me But I put the sands of time on you If I got murdered by pigs, you'd still misword what I spit But at least I get the respect I deserved when I lived I said, if I murdered a pig, I'd be serving a bid But it wouldn't be wrong, ‘cause police deserve what they get I k** rats for deserting the ship I cry a river of blood and burn every bridge, I know… [Hook: J-Rome] I know that I contribute to the problem And for that I do apologize But the only thing I've got to work with Is just me, myself, and I So either I'ma keep going hard on these beats Or I'ma find a way to make a life on these streets But I must succeed ‘Cause I ain't got sh** but me I ain't got sh** but me [Outro: J-Rome *repeats till end*] I ain't got sh** but me…