Angels

We in the hood man, escaping a lot of danger
They bump into me, they be like "Yo Linkz, what's up with this and what's up with that?"
Yo, uh

They all asking where the fuck i'ma take this?
I tell 'em i'ma take it back to the basics
No iPhones, just vinyls and tape decks
Before hustler's try to do it to make checks
It was more pure, something to it that made sense
I don't fucking do it just to do it, I make sense
Uneasily influenced by the ruins I came from
Nobody gave me shit, I had to go and just take something
Now this got me feeling like I could break something
I'm in the hood still I gotta just make something
Of myself, fuck everyone else
Cause when you down and out, ain't nobody 'round that's gon' help
This is life jack, I'ma swim with no life jacket
Where the fuck is the mic at? I'm bringing it right back
I ain't a rapper, i'm a messenger
Here in the flesh, learning the lessons like the rest of us
Carried by my Angel

Twelve Seventeen
That's my time man
I look at the clock that's all i see man
Thank God i'm here baby!
Let's go

So what you niggas talking 'bout?
That a million other rappers ain't talking 'bout
Your shit is just caca
No gems or metaphors, it's just blah-blah
And the beats you choosing, them shit's Lady Gaga
The gig is up, you niggas got got
Y'all talk a lot but your shit is just not hot
And the shit you talk about is not true
Yo, just be you and stop listening to the people
They tell me "Linkz, why you not signed?
You been doing it for years my nigga, you got some hot rhymes
And your shits real, I relate to it"
Cause i know it's something that the people feel but they hate to it
But I know they just mad cause they ain't do it
That's how it is when your bars got some flames to it
At least where I'm from, these niggas on something
That's why i'm always by myself but i'm carried by angels