Mathematics - Masked Avengers lyrics

[Intro: (sample) Lord Superb] (You late again, you late one more time I'mma kick yo a** "Ain't nobody gon' kick my a**!" sh**... right on, blood) Y'all n***as ready or what? (Come on, now, give me five! Now go on in there!) Go after it, Lord Superb My n***a Shyheim, 27, where you at? [Lord Superb] Superb's the next n***a, respect for those before me In these last days, I'm bringin rap glory In the streets they hear it, some will remember the lyrics In my demise, some will remember me in spirit And I ain't tryin to die like 'Pac and BIG And lose my talent to a cultured thug life I'm a man, see a man stay around his It takes years fear, like f** y'all plans! Tell the truth, son, you stole my dream When I slept you schemed, you was deemed to see me fail Your frail movements, almost got you k**ed And the pressure you felt was what made you tell If you could do the crime, how 'bout the time in jail? I shall survive, we shall prevail! I'ma keep it field while others keep it real And get a real long time in jail Tell the truth, son, you want my life I studied for years, got years and did years n***as in my PJ's got knocked in pairs Rocked on stairs, some got needles in chairs [Squigg Trust] It's the d**, turnin' cowards into thugs Burnin' slugs that had them wishin' they never was In this position, up to goods, had eyes my proposition Execution style, .45 brown starts the rippin' My mind, body and soul got me stuck in the zone f** a state, I want the globe, take control with the chrome Through sickness and health, poverty or wealth Love or animos', we as one not for 'self! Stay true to the, code of the grain Keep out, circle tight, let nothin' come between What we had for years, growin' up as peers Survived the minor set backs, mock it anywhere It's the heavy or major and your wiz be tryin' to play us Cause your friends to take it, straight an a**a**in [Shyheim] Get 'em hot what? We get 'em hot what? I give a kidney or a lung to my co-D. if he needed one Cuz that's my dunn-dunn, I'd give him my only gun if he needed it Oh that b**h, we both beatin' it I could tell him a secret, he ain't repeatin' it Cuz that's my dog, from second grade to the morgue And when I get locked up, that's who the f** I call Got the cheddy ready to play the clerk to get me out the dirt Put it in my Aunt's name because she works We don't jerk one another or try to blow each other's cover My mother's like his mother, his mother's like my mother But no one on one's, I'm jumpin' in, f** that! We blazin' at the club with our guns back to back Chicago Bulls style, The Rugged Child Ain't nothin' sweet on the streets Or if I hit the penal, you know my style You know my M.O., steal 60 on the vote on the Staten Island ferry boat [Hell Razah] For my n***as I grew up with, got drunk, threw up with Smoked mad weed and kept guns to shoot up sh** Some sold crack, lookin' up to n***as with stacks Got let back, locked up, outside of the rack Aiyo we drink what we been drinkin', think what we been thinkin' Really free the slaves, not like Abraham Lincoln Catch me in Cali sinkin' in Black Lincolns Your brothers backstab you for the Benjamin Franklins Who say that we got no guns guns? Who dare say that we got no guns? From Jerusalem, f** what you write or who producin' 'em I come to the youth and 'em to drop j**els in 'em We the lost sheeps, lift you off feet, we gon' eat My .4-5th'll break off ya wrist, we off the cliff Bungee jump, Mathematics beats make ya speakers pump f** what you needin', son, this is what you want!