Stephen feat. Talib Kweli & KillaGraham -
Crossfire, Pt. II (feat. Talib Kweli & KillaGraham) - Single
Crossfire, Part II (feat. Talib Kweli & KillaGraham)
Walk by her in the path of righteousness
I walk higher, toss liars, in the pit of hell, caught in the crossfire
Caught fire, from the big guns, these is not revolvers
Violence only creates confusion, it ain't a problem solver
Let's go, my skin is my dress code (dress code)
Just know, I need a personal Jesus, I'm in Depeche Mode
My best show is when the bullets hit the flesh slow
This ain't a movie, dog, you know it when your chest explodes
I'd trade my luck to know
Why he's caught in the crossfire
And I'm here wakin' up
To the sun and the sound of birds
Society's anxiety, deprived of all that we're blessed with
We just can't get enough, no
99 Problems, Sean Michael Carter
Can find ayala trying to fix my life like Evelyn Lazana
Night marauders, 12 hour cigars like godfathers
Starving artist trying to get some cut like the hardest barbers
Blunt culture, what I talk is dead coming from vultures
I promise I didn't choose to be a martyr, my enemies' focus
My heart seems to be the target if you ain't notice
These guns are still our youth, it's stolen moments
I'd trade my luck to know
Why he's caught in the crossfire
And I'm here wakin' up
To the sun and the sound of birds
Society's anxiety, deprived of all that we're blessed with
We just can't get enough, no
I walk higher, toss liars, in the pit of hell, caught in the crossfire
Caught fire, from the big guns, these is not revolvers
Violence only creates confusion, it ain't a problem solver
Let's go, my skin is my dress code (dress code)
Just know, I need a personal Jesus, I'm in Depeche Mode
My best show is when the bullets hit the flesh slow
This ain't a movie, dog, you know it when your chest explodes
I'd trade my luck to know
Why he's caught in the crossfire
And I'm here wakin' up
To the sun and the sound of birds
Society's anxiety, deprived of all that we're blessed with
We just can't get enough, no
99 Problems, Sean Michael Carter
Can find ayala trying to fix my life like Evelyn Lazana
Night marauders, 12 hour cigars like godfathers
Starving artist trying to get some cut like the hardest barbers
Blunt culture, what I talk is dead coming from vultures
I promise I didn't choose to be a martyr, my enemies' focus
My heart seems to be the target if you ain't notice
These guns are still our youth, it's stolen moments
I'd trade my luck to know
Why he's caught in the crossfire
And I'm here wakin' up
To the sun and the sound of birds
Society's anxiety, deprived of all that we're blessed with
We just can't get enough, no
Credits
Writer(s): Graham Andrew Muron, Stephen Michael Swartz
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