State Of Emergency Lyrics

Know Questions, steppin forward, so they don't know what to do wit' me

Touch of death on every track, Grim reaper readin' eulogies

An Artist that's as true as me Ain't showin' up like truancies

The first time I do some shit it sound like it ain't new to me

So Whether its a check, cash or credit I'm collectin' it

If you place a bet against then you headed into debt - get it

Hip-hop had me vetted since the second that I stepped in it

A legend when I left cuz how I entered how I'm endin' it/

And thats word to every written on J-Money's fuckin walls/

Whether we rapping or we scrapping you get clapped at like applause

Y'all tried liftin up a load thats just too much for you to haul

Up the stairway to your maker, lay your eyes upon the God

Oh? you a pundit cuz you publish shit online about wars?

With opinions that you formed on a forum? Of course

You propagate with fabrication more than furniture stores/

Basically just based in shit you aint been faced with before

Come on, dawg

I said Fuck it, God, I tried depictin my visions through writtens

I guess shit that i been spittin too complex for them to listen

And no matter how damn vivid the signs we're driving off a cliff is

They keep selling, we keep buying, we keep dying, they keep living

I'm openin it up like I double-clicked an image

Scannin out these carbon copy rappers and then recycle bin em

When this monster loosen up jaw, someone up front gon get it

You bein hit by moving vehicles's lyrical equivalent

Im on different mental tip

And jugglin some stressful shit

But then i get a spliff, hit and see the cause and sense of it

You talk but never step for shit

Throw sets but never rep the shit

This demon needs an exorcist

My entrance is its exodus

So now I'm callin' on the presence of whooever bleeds or bled for this

Rap is on the precipice of crashin' from its relevance

It's "tryna get some bread from this" versus artists that are bred for this/

The road towards my goals is gon directly intersect with this

Ipromise on my life (that I) would

bottle my last breath for this/

I'd swallow any debt and I would squander my last check for this

You could paid me by the hour, I'd still cough up every cent to this

Infact this life could pass me by you'd find me grindin in the next wit this

Now I practicing my craft before I lose all my respect for it

This trash they mix and match (mix-trash-match) Really? Ya'll acceptin this

What future you expecting then, Let's get the record set with this

If music used to save lives then what the fuck you get from endin them

So fuck what you become, think of who you making

All the motherfuckin people that your music changing

Every kid that needs a savior when the noose is hanging

To be their favorite through the pain, it's why we do this aint it? Ain't it.