Reveal - What Estate R U From? lyrics

[Verse: Reveal] Yo, [retracting/ we trapped in?] the line [?] [mothers/ martyrs?] [with?] [sick?] [babies?] We [act?] [worries?], jack [peds?] and [rip?] [avies?] Life is a roll of dice, wait, let me rephrase that Life is [going?] [distance-son?], [?] game of snake eyes [See/ city?] [we're?] living [within?] is sh**ty and grim You either get high, or get tipsy off a whiskey and gin Illuminati [watch?] your s** by putting chips in your skin [You either gon'?] [roll?], or sweating in a prison or gym I'm from the [Sh..?] streets, my boys creep the street And if you got beef, the [standard?] [?] [brought?] piece Just act natural, and pray you don't get stopped by police Metal detectors are a [b**h?], and them blocks don't [come?] cheap [Cold park?], I jack your system while I nod to the beat Invest my cream in keys of green weed, and blocks of hashish [Beanies?] see me as royalty, by the speed they drop to their knees I blaze high-grade, you never hear the pop of a seed Yo, the whole world is like Sodom and Gomorrah NATO supply arms, so countries can [work?] each other harder It's bad karma what goes around comes around And in London town, [b?] [?] hard to understand But we don't need them policeman, who pull their [trenches?] out Arrest us and tell us, they're going to gun us down They can't touch my crown, I'm the king of the underground And as soon as [lani?] [scratch your bounty head?], hear the thunder sound like KA-BLOW! [Hood dreams?], Stonebridge [?] [?] [?], Mozart, Goldberg [Jacksons?], Cubans, [son of wrath?] [Wilson?], [?], [?] [?] [angel?] [?] [Hook: (x2)] So what's the name of your slum And what estate are you from? [Rhy?] [on minor?] [pred?] who take your cake and break you a crumb You claim you kick doors down while you're blazing your guns But you're scared to approach me on roads that you blatantly run [Verse 2: Reveal] I got your head spinning like [as..?] My narratives, comparative to none You rap about things you've seen, I rap about things I've done Left fingerprints on guns, that lick shots, I spit evidence The fifth element, hell bound and heaven sent My whole life's drama, knives shining like knights in armor Boy, it's twice as hard, the street used to eat you just like piranhas Better yet, crews of jackals, who jack you to settle debts [Haper?] than [hearts?] that are [hollow?], the rest are rotten flesh So face it, it's basic it's a jungle out there Even my bregren's eleven year old brother is out there Mother's without [cares?], the games he plays are real But still, how many youths his age you know That found a way to pay the bills Tried to change his [will?], used [the?] will for change the aim to mils' And now he's thirteen, [un..?] start to [chestbeams?] First time he [?], boy, he did it wrong cause the girl screamed But the world seems, to grow colder as he grows older Permanent screw face, he keeps looking over his shoulder By fifteen, started holding revolvers in holsters Walking with [loaders?], now he's peeling smouldering boulders A soldier with no emotions [?] [?] [?] [?] Buckets is swollen, most of the dough he's holding is stolen And that's the way, most of the youth today are growin' It's tragic, cause jail time is lack [?] [?] [?] Twenty-eight G's, and an O-Z is mathematics k**a de' illa, snappa'-snapper Winkie, murder your cypher Drastic, [?] [?] [?] pistol D.O.C., and Tony D [H..?] love, big ups to all my west [?] [?] [?] [?] [?] [Hook: (x2)] [Adlibs: (outro)] [?]