ThenitHits

Then it hits me, the whole beat Hits me, so I hit a lotta harder
Cause Im tryna be apart of Where the hits be

Speaking of can someone tell Me where the hits be
Yo Khaled can I get a couple keys Please
Put the whole damn Game on a deep freeze, no Reprieve, cause I believe
The whole game is slack, they Got time for that
But no time For rap, the billboard a trap
And I dont mean trap like yeh Yeh skrrrt yeh yeh yah!
Im Talking chained in a cage, in a Rage
Mothafucka's yelling out Of the bitch like arrrggh
Is How I feel in the field I digress It's a mess matter fact let me Put that on pause.

People dont feel real so I Conceal the feelings in my Chest yes
So I go and rap my Pain to stay sane, I give it all The best blessed

It's a hard life it aint pretty, Im Making friends with all the Demons fuckin with me
Its becoming my nature to tear Down skyscrapers and take Over cities cause

Cause it hit me, the whole World hit me
So I hit a lot harder cause my Momma didn't labor for a bitch See

Growing conscience as I swim Along a deep sea, drown under
Wet sheets and then repeat, Just to walk streets, just to act Right, just to act like
I dont Blast mics chilling under stage Lights, to shine bright
Through These hard nights, through Hard daze amazed
By the all Intricate ways that people play These games, with no shame
Or aim or claim to anything That could be really true, but Just like an addict it's abuse
What I use till I lose and Mothafuckas I will never be You
But what can I say people gon Do what they mind choose Man
Said it hit me, whole universe hit me,
But I aint hit back, yet
Said it hit me, whole universe Hit me, but I aint hit back yet

But I aint hit back yet
But I aint hit back yet
But I aint hit back yet
But I aint hit back yet
But I aint hit back yet
But I aint hit back yet
Now it's time to hit back so get Set

L'One god, why the fuck I feel Alone God, blow up spots to Get hot
But the journey got me Feeling I was made odd, and if That's the case
What is this Race, I'm outta place, yet set to Place
To earn your grace in Sacred space, cement my place
Or wake up to a cruel facade. Do you feel me
Shit do you Know me, know I'd like a Queen to hold me
Least I got The homies, a lot different From the old me
But in some Ways still the same, gotta look In the mirror again
Make more Change, despite the pain, no More games

But I aint hit back yet
But I aint hit back yet
But I aint hit back yet
But I aint hit back yet
But I aint hit back yet
But I aint hit back yet
Now it's time to hit back so get Set

Nah I ain't finished, skilled in The field cause I'm winning on The scrimmage
For my image, Off the hinges, door left ajar, Red on the litmus
Try to leave No scars, but it's hard. Living On a world built base
Forced to Find balance in another beings Face
Hard to set pace to keep Your world from disgrace and So easy to let it burn
So as Earth churns, I wonder if us Humans fit to make it
Fit to Stand before God no longer Naked, clothed in truth
And can Say that "I am awake bitch" Lock eyes with The God No fakeshit
And the universe Knows we've learned, and if Not and we fuck up the shot
Well, I hope we get what we Earned

Cuz we ain't hit back yet
Cuz we ain't hit back yet
Cuz we ain't hit back yet
Cuz we ain't hit back yet
Cuz we ain't hit back yet
Cuz we ain't hit back yet
Now it's time to hit back
So get set