Language Arts Crew - One Life lyrics

[Intro: Benny Medicina] You know, this is something established between the listener and the musician. Take heed [Verse 1: Vric Enoh] I think it's safe to say the game's too played and reached its final resting place Success is stress and, bless the state, reflections of my life were made With the movement of the day and the motion of my penpiece I place my life on lines of college-ruled and comp ‘til empty From [?] to Pro Tools, we grow through like [mold groups?] Just stomping the path like expedition—these are roads we roll through I'm making adjustments and organizing patiently If you wait to overthrow your overcoat, your train'll never leave So all aboard. I know this family's ready now To make it through the thickest clouds and show you life through eyes of ours A life of bars but setting free the centipede now entering The ears of yours to fill your thinking reservoir—now feel the four [Hook 1: QS Zeus] (x2) It's on fire with the vibe you get (Vibe you get) It's one life, so I'm wild with this (Wild with this) There's one road but you choose your lane There's one game so you lose the same (You lose the same) [Verse 2: Clint Westwood] Freedom is a mindstate. And mine's based on applied faith That shines light in the right place when time quakes Fates are in the making and fakes begin to shaking Hip hop's face is changing but the game is still the same Inside the soul resides the goal I'm tryna hold My style unfold through highs and lows Materialize without the Big 5. Come on. Cry Step aside, let it die. This music's barely alive In two thousand and three, I'm outmanned by the enemy Neck-deep in the sharp rule of Kool Herc's legacy Let it be a remedy, the sounds of humanity Withstand the gravity and rise above the average breed You can knock me down but I'll get right back up ‘Cause across each town, people back with the laughter Cats couldn't trash, relate to waking the f** up Feast to be eaten. Peace, man. One love [Hook 1: QS Zeus] (x2) It's on fire with the vibe you get (Vibe you get) It's one life, so I'm wild with this (Wild with this) There's one road but you choose your lane There's one game so you lose the same (You lose the same) [Hook 2: Benny Medicina and Clint Westwood] (x2) I know we made it, man. I know the coast is clear So throw your hands up in the air—2004 is here Yeah, I know we made it, man. It's what we came to do Bringing this music from our heart and soul and straight to you [Verse 3: Benny Medicina] I got love for these days. Consecutive shows every week Language Arts Committee connecting with Kutty, collection of seeds Effortlessly be crashing the door, never letting ‘em sleep The melody sweet, adrenaline is telling me, “Leap!” (Jump) I felt the degrees cold and chilling, blows in the air We all but inhale and trucking the roads like Oregon Trail Amplify, an*lyze. The only prediction the path is gone Walking a path beyond but through this sh**, I'm never letting it drag me on My skin's stretched out across the cross. Up in the cause, we lost The price and crucified. So soon to die and lose your life So please don't let it be that (Please). Let it be remedy raps We'll walk into the darkness and force to the feeling where the ending's at Bloody digits dragged through walls, for extra wage uncertain Over days you working, trapped inside this f**ing maze and burning This place is turning upside-down. I'm finding out The reason why we skyward-bound—with footsteps in the air, the time is now [Hook 1: QS Zeus] (x2) It's on fire with the vibe you get (Vibe you get) It's one life, so I'm wild with this (Wild with this) There's one road but you choose your lane There's one game so you lose the same (You lose the same) [Verse 4: QS Zeus] Ayyo, a young buck coming up, controlling the love You sitting front row for the show with the boatload [cut?] You get your clone smoked up and rolled up with roach bu*ts And with the folks that don't even know if the boat's gonna hold up Your show stuck. I procure the coast with most love We brag and boast to Language Arts with our ferocious love and, uh The [?] line will define the rule Recited from the Bible, consistent as a tide pool When I ride through with the silencing tool, the sniper rifles [Yo, I might lose, but?] divine as a crew—so much for you ‘Cause yours is mine. It forces like to organize and find Specialists in mind with the right tools at the right time And the right place ‘cause we is. It's time we blowing up the spot [Warm water and?] the opiate war got and whatnot Picture your blood clot when punks got served Five got what they deserved: [lock-stomping?]—I'm disturbed On my block or turf, you talk sh**, we full clips I got four blimps, a fortress, and all ships are warships A forklift's supporting the floorboard for the glory There's no fortune to be sold from the forefront to the territory