lirik lagu corey red & precise - we in here
[corey red]
hey yo, this song is dedicated to the remembrance of my man street disciple
the illest mc you never heard
word up, nam’ sayin’?
but yo, check it out
i… i… i’m from the the inner city jungle
scuffles and rumbles
shots fly, cats tumble
when police come, n-body mumble
or your gonna get “yours”
when you six feet deep
your man a creep
with your freak and hit “yours”
flash back, t la rock “it’s yours”
jesus christ is god, and is lord
rock the whole armor of god, baby cuz its war
armageddon, pick a side, choose a weapon
when the world trade fell we was all american
but now americans see me as a threat again
white ladies clutching their purse, crossing the street
black ladies rolling their eyes, sucking their teeth
black brothers toting clocks when pop me down
and of course the white man wanna’ lock me down
but through jehovah’s son, i will overcome racism
and while they cut education to make prisons
my soul follows after christ, spitting raps for christ
forever chillin’ in the after life
chorus:
[corey red]
its been a long time comin’, wut up dawg?
we in here!
we ain’t new to this thing hip hop
we been here!
look deep in the eyes, no fear
we men hear!
oh yeah
we in here!
what? what?
we in here!
(repeat)
[precise]
code red, emergency, both, you see the urgency
till’ they leak burgundy, shot and needed surgery
new world startin’, guns at night sparkin’
hearts of men darkened, kids on milk cartons
yo, and my purpose is, to disperse to kids
exactly what type of earth this is
we got gangsters, mobsters, false prophet impostors
smiley faced politicians drinkin’ with their prost-tute, if the worlds really spun my loot
cashless society? your a slave to loot
god help me, everybody say “these cards that been dealt me
force me to act this way”
but he offered, to deal you out another hand
offered you the son of man
blow away the pain like no other can
christ the solution, no subst-tution
find one and i go back to jinn and juicing
chorus (2)
[precise]
i’m bout’ the blood banner, holy ghost grammar
new york, la, and alabama
with 20 ex thugs singing hosanna
if not for jesus, where would i be? soldier bobby
gotta make you understand this is more than a hobby
times slippin’, so i get the rhyme rippin’
hoping every line hittin’, somebody who feel their mind slippin’
can you calculate what you see? god indwelling a human being
then got me rippin’ an mc
[corey red]
hey, so you want to be a rap star, spit murder and s-x on the mic
you want the fame but not the death threats and stress in your life
you want the good without the bad
you want to keep it all hood
then you screamin’ “why me?!”
when you get stabbed
preachin’ to rappers all i got
everybody in the streets wanna be pac
but n-body wanna get shot
i spit jehova’s mind, through jehova’s rhymes, sip jehova’s wine
a drunk man speak a sober mind
chorus (4)
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