lirik lagu a.d. carson - 13 - pound cake [dreams]/nikki giovanni music
“[1]
you don’t even know it, but you sleep, n-gga
and when i say it, you -ssume it’s ‘cause i’m deep. it’s a
–easy way to keep the peace, n-gga
unless you restin’ in it. sleep with a dog, wake with the fleas
take what you need. no. take what you’re given, and live with it
learn to love it. never try to rise above it. just fester and learn to covet it
n-ggas never get enough of it
and then be sick of me discussing it. f-ck it. i understand it, man
living is proof
but when i see it, then what the f-ck is a n-gga to do
especially when you thinking that what you living is truth?
i mean, you claim to be a man—ten toes on the ground
a poser, a clown—man, do you know how you sound?
you take the tools of an oppressor, then dress ‘em a little better
express ‘em over a record, a metaphorical lesson
twenty-five lighters on the dresser, yessir
then you can prob’ly brighten up your lectures, jester
but you’d rather step and fetch it—and profess your ignorance
and you can look in the mirror tomorrow and live with it
cash rules everything around me—cream
cause dope ruined everything around my dream
preme got knowledge
truth got knowledge
ed quit his job and went back to college
[2]
c-style got knowledge and a plan
jay still locked up, and i’m trying to manage a manifestation
of an indivisible nation
with diminishing patience
because i’m sick of us waitin
so the quicker we make it
the quicker we can progress
but n-ggas don’t wanna make, just wanna be living the best
just want to count the most money, and hope we see that he got it
so when he talks about haters, then we’re the easiest topic
because his styles are the latest, and he can easily cop em
so all the ladies, they love him, they want to be in his pockets
that’s if you’re lettin’ him tell it—see, he’s a prophet for profit
and he’s a popular target for all the n-ggas that’s starvin’
so when it comes to cake, cake, cake
n-ggas only see what they can take, take, take
instead of living with the hate, hate, hate
maybe you should try to be awake, wake, wake
[3]
they treat me like i’m not a rapper
i’m actually a poet. i know it’s a contradiction—i take it that they don’t know it’s
so similar. if i’m giving them words, and they on the beat, when i speak
and they speak back, then we rappin’ but they’re so geeked that i’m not
i don’t want to bearing no bad news. i choose to just nod
like i approve, but i don’t. my god…
an arbitrary distinction is what i call it
i pardon the ignorance, but i’m bothered if you can live with it
hardly the one to knock if you get it. wanna define me?
i’m fine with it. reading nikki, ‘cause me and miss giovanni
be speaking the same language. i’m aiming to educate
don’t mistake it for being p-ssive—i’ll p-ss on the head crackin
but edifying’s an action i’m actively ascertaining
evaluating, arranging, defining, and then explaining
that learning about solutions is better than just complaining
the target at which i’m aiming is somewhere between your brain
and your heart
and i’m an artist. not artificial a bit. dog-eat-dog world
i’m starving up in this b-tch. but rich
if you consider i’m living chasing a dream
if they living chasing the cream
i’ll heat it up and be steam. i’m rising
above—just like the phoenix—the flame’ll warm ya—
got a different mindstate, i’m cool like arizona[’]s at night
that might be a little out of your league
if you listen to rudimentary raps, then it’s not your speed
and i’m lapping you. take a seat and just act like you get it, b….”
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