Priviledge (of Backwoodz Studioz and Green Streets Entertainment) - Empire lyrics

The Reavers (ft. Priviledge, billy woods, and Vordul Mega) - “Empire” [Produced by DR. MONOKROME] [Intro: Priviledge] Yes. Come on now. How could you not see this? [Verse 1: Priviledge] Round tables, blue banners Six panelists. None of them can stop stammering From the lies they tell. The most Trustworthy ones'll still buy and sell your soul On Wall Street in blue-chip folders Or fill their money clips on some gangster sh**. They got Cabals in the street, forming detectives Illegal searches, planted weapon possessions My cousin going ‘way this coming September I'm saying: so many don't make the connection sh** starts at top. Always rolls downhill And buries the whole borough in a system of tunnels To help ‘em with the struggle of everyday living In the darkest valleys, alarming armies Crawl in the allies. Checkpoint Charlie, beef over Boundaries. Rocks and bottles replace rights and laws ‘Cause, in the eyes of the night, yo, we all seem small And when the light comes on, it's still a rich man's world And I'll bet you six figures they gonna keep this going Keep this going [Verse 2: billy woods] Youngins know me from the building. n***a, I held Up ceilings, staircases. Blunts is peeling like lead Paint. Catching feelings, we rock game faces Dirty laces, dirty cases. Seen the look in his eye Off to the races, gingerbread fresh out the oven “Really can be your husband. What's the dealie with Your cousin? She got cushion for the pushing and shoving, good sh**” Overdub and mismatch sh**, coaches subbing Even off-guard, I'm on-point and backyards with joints burning Like arthritis. It's too late once you hear sirens Run through the system like a virus. Forty-eight hours Back in The Towers, measuring powder like, “Oh snap I got the power, whiteout gun barrels.” Pharaohs Beware of vengeful gods and oracles, Tarrows, bones burned To the marrow. Chrome arrows shine ‘til I Come home like Jamal Barrow. Rhyme ill Mia Farrow. woody bill "Steady Mobbin'" goodie deals A hundred monkeys can't stop this curtain call Babylon's certain to fall... maybe. My advice to y'all Is "Deck the Halls" or “Get the Bozack” 3, 2, 1, contact like American football Hit ‘em like brick walls, moving trees through drunk drivers Marley Marl said I'm In Control. Stop running Your lips, learn how to crawl. Who Ready like Biggie Smalls? Big and tall, I'm casket-shopping for anyone Who album dropping [Verse 3: Vordul Mega] Cold chill on low wheels In the city of go-getters. Written with fast Gods to slow spitters. Trying to see, I throw sh** up to the ceiling. So many feelings Revealing your deepest of thoughts Lost in the mist. Blocks full of bottles Of spliffs. Vision cycles of a system we live in Trying to gain wisdom from hard times With lines spinning from the black widow Blowing clouds out the window