Lyrics
Digital Martyrs!
You know a lot of people do it, so it’s not like it’s not getting done
It’s just… not being done correctly, you know?
So ah.
«Showing cat’s how it’s done…»
«Correctly»
There ain’t a single doubt about it
Peace to public housing
And «Fuck you» to the pigs that used to drive up in and out it
Pounding at Los Angeles pavement made me 'noyed and
Living in the flats, it’s Gangland — you can’t avoid it
But I had been appointed as the one that got away
And I embrace the gang camaraderie, but volley for a change
And yeah, my raps is all the same
I speak on things we can attain
And I repeat myself again and again
Y’all still playing
Y’all taking our lessons and the histories I mention
And you still act like the savages on television
We’re portrayed a certain way!
You see it’s hard for me to blame television
When these children really act the same way
Come on, I challenge my brothers — gangbangers and drug runners
Organize muh’fucker don’t let that hood take you under
They want you in that cycle
He’s a brother not a rival
And they want you in that prison
Keep you in there for a while
That’s how it’s done — Yeah!
That’s how it’s done — Yeah!
That’s how it’s done — Yeah!
Pay attention, I can show you how it’s done — Yeah!
Pay attention, I can show you how it’s done — Yeah!
Yeah, Yeah, Y-y-yeah!
«Showing cat’s how it’s done»
«Correctly!»
I chose to shoot ball and rhyme
Other affiliates chose to penny nickel and dime
I had to quarterback — and play wide receiver
Breaking tackles, hit the end zone, I’m in the league of
My own, ran for glory double knots up in my sneaker
No trippin', on bases like I’m Cripping, or Blooded
It’s nothing, for cops to pull burners
With questions — «Where's the weapon, where’s the weed?»
Harassin' like that ‘Boyz in the Hood', Crenshaw scene
But you attract what you invoke, how you surround yourself
Chose the narrow path, show how to do for self
See, you can hang in a tree full of monkeys
Or fly looking down on these «wannabe cool-ass» junkies
Fuck being cool nigga, cool don’t pay the bills
And 90 percent of these cool niggas, just ain’t real
And that’s how the fuck I feel
I show you how it’s done, correctly
See I’ve heard them all before darlin'
Too many times to mention
Tomorrow may not ever come, so you know
You better make it good to me baby…