Lifted Roots
Keep it going on and on and on
This a cold open
Keep it going on and on and on
This a cold open
Keep it going on and on and on
This a cold open
Keep it going on and on and on
This a cold open
Been living like a motherfucker
Bleeding out
Keep tripping like a motherfucker
Just got out
9 years state prison
Got you fucked up on what's allowed
Seeing all them motherfuckers
Walking round
Weekly message tell you motherfuckers
Living loud
20 years home prison got you wondering
What the fuck it's all about
Believe in the word the world sent you
Flying through the castiron gates of hell's angels
Enemy lines, beware when they befriend you
Remembering ain't nothing that can't defend you
Encumbering ways with the past can't save you
Blundering excuses from your last encounter
Disaster mastered by the pastor's answers
Listening to the prayers
Of a prison king
Said he's gonna sing and let freedom ring
But man, 50 years later
We got haters getting caught
We got players getting shot
Like dogs in the street
These mean streets
Means streets hard to please, ain't it?
Now, the institution noose is loose
Yeah you better find truce
With the people you used
They'll go for your throat
And throw you to the stones
They'll ride your ass
To the media and back
'Cause this is justice
The way we only know it
This is justice
We medieval and we show it
And we wonder why we're
Fucked up on paranoia
Like Bojack on poison voices
Take sidesteps to euphoria
Make dronings of slogan choices
Try it today, your daily delirium
We're putting everything down now
From papers daily rolling
Like thick blunts stacked and smoking
To videos shaky recording
And articles angry patrolling
Like paparazzi plainly trolling and chasing
Dreams of defacing
Breaking complacency
Break the spirit of what appears to be criminal
Subliminal mobbings and trials turning biblical
This world is turning cynical
Thinking everyone's invincible
But there's nothing more terrifying
Than knowing you're well-being's reliant
On the rationales of a growing riot
It's kangaroo court
From behind a keyboard
It's no better than deporting
An innocent immigrant from the airport
Uproot his passport and thwart the free port
But these roots can't be lifted
You see these fruits have been gifted
To suit your own liquid
Conscience too few to dilute
It's all true, this voodoo
It's true what the blues can do to you
Been living like a motherfucker
Bleeding out
Keep tripping like a motherfucker
Just got out
9 years state prison
Got you fucked up on what's allowed
Seeing all them motherfuckers
Walking round
Weekly message tell you motherfuckers
Living loud
20 years home prison got you wondering
What the fuck it's all about
Flat falling from your shoes
Mud crawling through the spools
Of molly in your blood flow
Moving your roots through
Down To your bootstrapped shoes
Confused and moved like Confucius on the move
Conscious motions explode like commotions
Implosions imminent, too late for diffusion
Resume your deluded sense of grandeur
What everybody thinks
Is what everybody gets
You guessed it
Mark your progress
And begin your transgression
On the move from the hounds
Put your shoes on the ground
Keep your mind down, bound and gagged
Look around you, it's the town you drugged
Come drag you out and mug you
Club you if your answers lag
Waiting to pounce til your eyes start sagging
It's a witch-hunt
From the corners of asylums
To the center of attention
It's a witch-hunt
They'll tear your ass apart
Make you watch your own descension
They a cold front
They'll find you every way
From the past to this dimension
It's a street trial
They'll tie you to your lies
A country mile of bygone times
Been defiled realigned
To the modern styles
It's been awhile
Long ways from saying
"It's the older times"
Change gets harder everyday
Stay awake for the news today
Can't sleep on updates
We livin' it in waves
The cycle of fame
And infamy grows, won't slow
Keep it going on and on and on
We in it now for the cold mob
'Cause these roots can't be lifted
Can't change, rearrange, be shifted
To suit your own liquid
Conscience too few to dilute
It's all true, this voodoo
It's true what the blues can do to you
Been living like a motherfucker
Bleeding out
Keep tripping like a motherfucker
Just got out
9 years state prison
Got you fucked up on what's allowed
Seeing all them motherfuckers
Walking round
Weekly message tell you motherfuckers
Living loud
20 years home prison got you wondering
What the fuck it's all about
This a cold open
Keep it going on and on and on
This a cold open
Keep it going on and on and on
This a cold open
Keep it going on and on and on
This a cold open
Been living like a motherfucker
Bleeding out
Keep tripping like a motherfucker
Just got out
9 years state prison
Got you fucked up on what's allowed
Seeing all them motherfuckers
Walking round
Weekly message tell you motherfuckers
Living loud
20 years home prison got you wondering
What the fuck it's all about
Believe in the word the world sent you
Flying through the castiron gates of hell's angels
Enemy lines, beware when they befriend you
Remembering ain't nothing that can't defend you
Encumbering ways with the past can't save you
Blundering excuses from your last encounter
Disaster mastered by the pastor's answers
Listening to the prayers
Of a prison king
Said he's gonna sing and let freedom ring
But man, 50 years later
We got haters getting caught
We got players getting shot
Like dogs in the street
These mean streets
Means streets hard to please, ain't it?
Now, the institution noose is loose
Yeah you better find truce
With the people you used
They'll go for your throat
And throw you to the stones
They'll ride your ass
To the media and back
'Cause this is justice
The way we only know it
This is justice
We medieval and we show it
And we wonder why we're
Fucked up on paranoia
Like Bojack on poison voices
Take sidesteps to euphoria
Make dronings of slogan choices
Try it today, your daily delirium
We're putting everything down now
From papers daily rolling
Like thick blunts stacked and smoking
To videos shaky recording
And articles angry patrolling
Like paparazzi plainly trolling and chasing
Dreams of defacing
Breaking complacency
Break the spirit of what appears to be criminal
Subliminal mobbings and trials turning biblical
This world is turning cynical
Thinking everyone's invincible
But there's nothing more terrifying
Than knowing you're well-being's reliant
On the rationales of a growing riot
It's kangaroo court
From behind a keyboard
It's no better than deporting
An innocent immigrant from the airport
Uproot his passport and thwart the free port
But these roots can't be lifted
You see these fruits have been gifted
To suit your own liquid
Conscience too few to dilute
It's all true, this voodoo
It's true what the blues can do to you
Been living like a motherfucker
Bleeding out
Keep tripping like a motherfucker
Just got out
9 years state prison
Got you fucked up on what's allowed
Seeing all them motherfuckers
Walking round
Weekly message tell you motherfuckers
Living loud
20 years home prison got you wondering
What the fuck it's all about
Flat falling from your shoes
Mud crawling through the spools
Of molly in your blood flow
Moving your roots through
Down To your bootstrapped shoes
Confused and moved like Confucius on the move
Conscious motions explode like commotions
Implosions imminent, too late for diffusion
Resume your deluded sense of grandeur
What everybody thinks
Is what everybody gets
You guessed it
Mark your progress
And begin your transgression
On the move from the hounds
Put your shoes on the ground
Keep your mind down, bound and gagged
Look around you, it's the town you drugged
Come drag you out and mug you
Club you if your answers lag
Waiting to pounce til your eyes start sagging
It's a witch-hunt
From the corners of asylums
To the center of attention
It's a witch-hunt
They'll tear your ass apart
Make you watch your own descension
They a cold front
They'll find you every way
From the past to this dimension
It's a street trial
They'll tie you to your lies
A country mile of bygone times
Been defiled realigned
To the modern styles
It's been awhile
Long ways from saying
"It's the older times"
Change gets harder everyday
Stay awake for the news today
Can't sleep on updates
We livin' it in waves
The cycle of fame
And infamy grows, won't slow
Keep it going on and on and on
We in it now for the cold mob
'Cause these roots can't be lifted
Can't change, rearrange, be shifted
To suit your own liquid
Conscience too few to dilute
It's all true, this voodoo
It's true what the blues can do to you
Been living like a motherfucker
Bleeding out
Keep tripping like a motherfucker
Just got out
9 years state prison
Got you fucked up on what's allowed
Seeing all them motherfuckers
Walking round
Weekly message tell you motherfuckers
Living loud
20 years home prison got you wondering
What the fuck it's all about
Credits
Writer(s): Yusuke Yamanaka
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