Testo Ghetto Afterlife - Reflection Eternal feat. Kool G Rap
Testo della canzone Ghetto Afterlife (Reflection Eternal feat. Kool G Rap), tratta dall'album Train Of Thought
These niggas ain't thugs, the real thugs is the government
Don't matter if you independent, Democrat or Republican
Niggas politic in the street, get into beef
Start blastin', now a new cat is executive chief
With a passion for heat, you get blast in your seat
Die before you crash in your Jeep
Never passin' in your sleep like an old man
You ain't a fool, you got a whole plan
To conquer territories like Europeans who stole land
The future of your whole fam hang in the balance
You the king and the block is your palace
And niggas is the parliament, untouchable
Spot unrushable, keep your weight wet
Call a collector, save a buck or two
Get mad, who the fuck are you?
What you gonna do exactly? What I thought
Nothin', in the sport of frontin' you the undisputed champion
I'm in a class you can't be in
My work is flash like Jesus, the Aquarian
Let's stop right here for an amen and a light up
Amen, light up
It's just a chapter of the night in the ghetto afterlife
Where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to fight
Where they sacrifice a life and niggas see flashes of light
Where you trapped up in the hype with clappers aimin' at your wife
Dudes gettin' money is still thuggin'
Chicks gettin' money is still ghetto
Still lovin' the whole thug in stilettos
Your team let the metal burst
Before you take an L, you raise to hell
Let the dust settle first, then you ask the question
Snatchin' the life of the innocent, shit happens
A man's respected by his actions, it's the karma of the street
You try to meet the karma while the karma sleep
Yo, it's deep, but the karma can't be beat
You don't know your enemy, so you fightin' with yourself
Relate to rap niggas 'cause they writin' what you felt
You got top shelf connects, you gettin' seasoned like a veteran
Who suck the venom out the snake bite without the medicine
You benefit from niggas' tenements dyin' for Benjamins
So bad that they know they own coffin measurements
Ghetto eloquence, in the moment of truth don't be hesitant
Or fall victim to the element, word is bond
So while y'all keep on fakin' the funk
We gonna keep on walkin' through the darkness carryin' our torches
I'ma give it to you straight
Straight up and down
It's just a chapter of the night in the ghetto afterlife
Where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to fight
Where they sacrifice a life and niggas see flashes of light
Where you trapped up in the hype with clappers aimin' at your wife
Niggas get caught up in the struggle, end up in court in jumbles
Caught in the bubble for the short buckle
Import and smuggle, fortune and bubble
Hit the blocks with a portion of double
Slip and get tossed in a huddle
Police with one piece short of the puzzle, it's a hustle
Peep the street life, they move with muscle
And the G's will make your knees buckle
Tussle with heat until your feet stand in a pee puddle
Cheese double, but all the speedy niggas bleed puddles
Make the headlines, some try to escape the fed time
Phone taps on direct lines, TEC-9's with the red shine
Jakes comin' through the bedroom blinds
Tryna bring you to your deadline
It's slippery when wet signs, red time
Wipe the sweat around your neck time
One shot spill out your red wine
Rock shots is death in your prime
Pieces of hot lead left in your mind
With slugs to the left of your spine
Forever laid to rest in the shrine
Credits
Writer(s): Talib Kweli Greene, Tony Louis Cottrell, Talib Kweli, N. Wilson, Gene Chandler
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