lirik lagu culture power45 – growth
culture power45 ft. 80’s babies ft. thaione davis and race bannon – “growth”
[emcee(s): thaione davis, dee jackson, and race bannon (aka racetacula)]
[producer(s): tall black guy]
[verse 1: thaione davis]
today, i felt no pain
no pressure, no reason to go reach up in the dresser
demons on the break today, and no trace of the
skeleton. sh-t, i’m feeling elegant. ladies
and gentlemen, this is just [?]
i want to socialize, but i need persuasion
plus i don’t feel welcome in that situation when they’re
holding out material conversations
i’ll lay a strong background observation, trying to
gravitate to a better inspiration. i got
dedication, so my presentation’s on
point, no said date of expiration
i’ll see it in their eyes with their false creation and them
fake–ss handshake fascinations
i ain’t out of touch. i got reservations, so i’ll
blow smoke out just for recreation—go
galaxie, i’m in my zone. i know that
things fall apart, so i do not clone
i never compromised for a taste of the throne. you know the
crown that i’m tipping, it ain’t made of gold
‘cause everything that glitters when the lights is low
i’m pristine—you can tell that from head to toe. and if
you’re really trying to shine, n-gga, show that glow. i’m low-
-pro’, no [?]. jericho [?]
[hook: dee jackson and (thaione davis)]
let’s
grow, and we gon’ keep it moving so you
know (so you know). un-rookie, never held at
the show (the show). you’re either with it or against it—let’s
roll (let’s roll. let’s roll). let’s
grow, and we gon’ keep it moving. let’s
flow (let’s flow). underground be the sound from
below (from below). midwest, i confess from
the ‘go (from the ‘go, from the ‘go)
[verse 2: dee jackson]
yeah, i am not a role
model, not the one you seeing telling youngins, “go and
follow,” ‘cause y’all get women fast, living like there’s no
tomorrow, drinking liquor, drowning sorrows in the 40
bottles, so i know it’s hard to swallow. i guess i need
to chew more. feeling uncontent, so i do more
concerned about my image, got a client that needs some new drawers
i’ll wipe the mirror, hoping i can see it clearer
but my reflection’s seen as a king—how you view yours?
still, i’m fly, dawg/fly dog—falkor on the track
this story neverends, atreyu on my back
got the gift of gab, probably slay you on a track. a street
fighter, want to hadouken, lay you on your back
but still seeking peace, screaming, “what we fighting for?” telling
all the soul brothers that it’s not your war. standing
on american soil? that’s not your floor.” think you’re
on the winning team? that is not your score
[bridge 1: dee jackson and race bannon (aka racetacula)]
[dee jackson]
politics as usual, poverty
not beautiful, second-cl-ss living never suitable
don’t dumb it down. baby, you should know you’re the one
you can grow
[race bannon (aka racetacula)]
great minds excel—it’s irrefutable
dee jackson mixed with tall blackness
galaxie and race came through with the matches
(fire) it’s all flame—stop reaching
(fire) and tell the lames we’re still teaching
[hook: dee jackson and (thaione davis)]
let’s
grow, and we gon’ keep it moving so you
know (so you know). un-rookie, never held at
the show (the show). you’re either with it or against it—let’s
roll (let’s roll. let’s roll). let’s
grow, and we gon’ keep it moving. let’s
flow (let’s flow). underground be the sound from
below (from below). midwest, i confess from
the ‘go (from the ‘go, from the ‘go, y’all)
[verse 3: race bannon (aka racetacula)]
yeah, now
every day, i wake up like sway & tech
take a breath, get baked like a pastry chef. you could
pay respect or you could pay with death—either
way, you gon’ pay or you gon’ get checked. the bottom
line: my lines bottom ‘em out, leave ‘em with their
lips poked out like bottle-to-mouth. that’s
a pouty face, so doing about face
when you’re in a battle face-to-face with race
in it for the long haul like castles, mansions
the writing’s on the wall like paint from spray cans is
my life’s a canvas, the picture’s beautiful
try to stop the movement and this your funeral
business as usual on [?], making dollars. what you’re
tuned into is a vet with a problem, an
addiction, at last spitting, had lips mixed in
djs backspinning, breakers windmilling
and when will they learn the respect of earn? i’m trying to
turn a currency before i’m in the urn. all
germs and gents, ladies and tricks, if it
don’t make dollars, then it don’t make cents/sense. change
your logic. i’m trying to gain a profit to be
a pro that can fit dough inside his pocket
the flawless faucet in sink/sync with water
the hook’s a diagnosis from the doctor
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