Death of a Philosopher Lyrics

Run nigga

They on they way

To kill your ass

These your final words

You gotta make

This moment last

I can't go out

Working for the working class

I done found my worth

At the bottom of a glass

I can't even

Sleep no more

I'm about to crash

Everything's on fire

Art is all we'll ever have

I done found my Self

Talking to my better half

I done raged

I can't blame you

If you getting you mad

Tossed and sauce

At the cost of loss

Analyze like

I'm Sigmund Frued

Hero's, villains

What we call the Boys

Make them jump

Like they ain't

Got no choice

Say uh like

(Uhh)

I'm Master P

(Na na na na)

Everything is a masterpiece

If they try to

Come after me

I'll casually

Cause a casualty

In the square

So you can all see

Hip is back

Spitting blasphemy

Tell my pops

To act properly

Property and private police

Put a price

To progress the peace

For speaking out

You might turn deceased

Reaching out

Can't you see my wings

These niggas

Can't say shit to me

This what you

Really wanted you huh

You was quiet

While these niggas

Out here rioting

Let them eat cake

Then put em on a diet huh

Silver rope around my neck

Until my body numb

Tell me what you see

In a Castle Made of Nothing

Not a fucking thing

Not a fucking thing

Tell me what you see

In a Castle Made of Nothing

Not a fucking thing

Not a fucking thing

When I'm dead and gone

Everyone will know my name

This is not a game

Go ahead and let him hang

When I'm dead and gone

Everyone will know my name

This is not a game

Go ahead and let him hang

When I'm dead and gone

Everyone will know my name