Time To Rize
| Title | Time To Rize |
|---|---|
| Artist | AP. 9 |
| Album | Headshotz |
| Release Date | (not set) |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | [Verse 1: AP.9] I had enough, now they wanna see me get fucked I called they bluff, now they wanna put me in cuffs They say the black man (Black man) I mean this african american We all legends, we done shook Armageddon Now we headed to this new era, new terra, new laws And niggas ain't scared of these cell walls We all knew better, but it's all about that cheddar Never say never, niggas is clever and thеy got Berettas I bet thе D.E.A. wanna see us young niggas become a modern slave But I ain't no dumb nigga like that nigga Kunta Kinte I'm on the run nigga, look what I've done nigga Be vengeful my young nigga We gotta rise to the T-O (The T-O-P) And I'll be spittin' this shit 'til they free my nigga C-Bo (What's up Loc?) We all livin' in nothin' but hell, nothin' but jail Where we all runnin' up on bail tryna excel To another livin', we tryna touch mail Penitentiary chances got us blastin at these [?] but I can't fail I'm back at church, prayin' for the dirt that I've done Just tryna get saved for I reach the early grave [Chorus: AP.9] We gotta rise my nigga, open your eyes before you die my niggas I know it's hard to swallow your pride my niggas If you're feelin' me, give it up, let me know And if not nigga, nigga, you probably smokin' rocks We gotta rise my niggas, open up our eyes before we die my niggas Really find what's inside all our pride in No tellin' who out to get us Find the devil inside and notice the villain We gotta rise my niggas, open up our eyes before we die my niggas Really find what's inside all our ride for killas no tellin' who out to get us Find the devil inside and notice the villain [Verse 2: San Quinn] Searchin' for the true meaning of freedom so I can share the truth Fillmo savage activity, everybody shoot Can't trade no war stories, in the ghetto, no more glory It has to be some math to this passive warring We struggle with addiction, conviction to the street Try to make it to the church so I can hear my mama speak To direct the message toward my life I've been doin' wrong So I know I can afford some right, you know I'm no longer blind So decisions be hurting my mind, I try to hide it with the weed Blowin' all my time, blowin' all my time is what I spit Nigga all my rhyme Get millions done deal with the AP.9 My calling bigger than balling, creating jobs For ex cons and next cons you wasn't put here Still with no substance behind your motion That fake thug shit got us all hopeless Ecstasy pills got us overthinkin' what we doin' My nigga shoot my niggas, what the fuck we doin? (Who we ruin?) The war head set to grace stay eyes on us Real niggas out of Frisco, gotta rise on up You might also like[Chorus: AP.9] We gotta rise my niggas, open up our eyes before we die my niggas Really find what's inside all our private pictures No tellin' who out to get us Find the devil inside and notice the feelin' We gotta rise my niggas, open up our eyes before we die my niggas Really find what's inside all our ride for killas no tellin' who out to get us Find the devil inside and notice the villain |