Zion Fantastic - 1999 Lyrics

There is Kids out here with no brain and automatic weapons
Do the math and tell me what will happen
A share of information only makes me more infamous
A crooked system way to big to replace it
And God helps me to find what my place is
Is life just a dream and do I need to wake up?
Or is this my reality and do I really have to wake up?
However, I've decided now is the time to get the cake up

Never been a gang banger of a hustler freak?
3 euro profit on a gram Nah that wasn't for me
But do I look like I would risk myself with something more dangerous than weed?
House Nigga mentality

(Old school flow)
Instead of running around on these streets
I'd rather go hard on a beat
I couldn't keep up
I got a counties and I'm asthmatic
Give me a second to think and breathe
My flows cover all like wearing dungarees
I'm a king you should treat me accordingly
I know 6 feet 6 nigga's that are now 6 feet down
To me the signs are clear
We got the devil up in here
The bible says he's like the air
But I can't run from this atmosphere
I pray I make it to haven
Fake religion Got us enslaved to the refrain

I try to do better
I got to be better
Yeah I am the meanest
My chick the baddest
Lemme give you a view in my hood
Preciuse rocks. Designer. And shiny metaling
On the wish list of every melanin
We need more role models
So I'll begin
Do drugs and go to school
Get your grades up
But you need to smoke sometimes to ease up
When the degree in the pocket
You try to get the cake up
Let a dealer spot you money and start a business up
Control the backbone
Percentage after percentage
And when you get your goals. It's up to you how you spend it
Just don't spend it all on clothes and chicks that speak Spanish
Ma nigga you get the message
It's all about investing
Then you'll be getting money
While sippin' on the beach
Let the money work for you, don't work for the money
In a big body Benz but the tank on E

Cuz they killed Pac, Kennedy, and Brown
And they do this shit all because we black and brown
I ain't a dawg I'm a damn bloodhound!
Some boobytrap alone the way if you try to steal crown
An B class MC could never steal my lyrics
Just for the simple fact that you can't spit it
So stay on that Gucci Gang 'cuz I ain't really whit it
My Rover got a while range you know he whip it
And if the drink purple you know I'm sipping
I am the genesis this is the New Beginning
I should buy a cemetery for all the beat that I'm killing
The difference is, while I was looking at the staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaars, while you were looking to the sealing