The Life We Lead

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B-1 - Rap

The Life We Lead

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[Chorus: Large Professor & B-1] You gonna see what you gonna see So you gotta be who you wanna be You gonna see what you gonna see So you gotta be who you wanna be (Yo) [Verse 1: B-1] Either way you lose it, murder case is never proven Lens is zoomin', focus to notice the guilty human But I moves rapid on the coke salary, no cap fence The pounds barkin', your cabbage is twisted backwards Full immunity, these crab niggas is in the puny league Vibrations, the V8 is suitin' the way we abusin' trees And all sorts of lick-off, I split the raw Half cooked up and leave the rest white, and flip it more Original bein', my third eye's the all-seein', put your plea in Drunk vibin' off the ninety minute [?] Composin' sketches in my mind, Allah lectures America is dyin' slow 'cause of its problems with complexions Master your lesson, get the idols value precious Lexus with erect dicks or some continuous sex shit Illuminated dashboards, what more can you ask for? Except hunnid stacks of thousand in cash piles Exotic desires, melodic triumph The science of conmen where peoples get snatched, contact the boss man [?] causin' they only [?], second court date in the flip Back in the mix with the 540, stay crisp Fully equipped, navigation or computer [?], super-seized, the smell of any buddah Murderous slogans, internal explosions, pop fast Rémy in the shot glass, met the Far Rock crew on Mount [?] [Chorus: Large Professor & B-1] See what you gonna see So you gotta be who you wanna be (The life we lead) You want to see what you gonna see So you gotta be who you wanna be (The life we lead) [Verse 2: B-1] It's the gun brandisher with C4 and plastic canisters Money handler, in the streets a known tarantula My venom's deadly and police wanna behead me Blow torches, cut the bars on the dungeons cells where they kept me The safe cracker, my verbal display shine like Lacker The prime factor, one in the head when my gun is clacked up The forman speak, purely hearsay in the week We make a year's pay sum in the formulas clear as day Border coke gettin' boiled, and it's stirred until it hardens Sendin' Newport courage up north for lone shark And things is confidential like my slugs about to compliment you Five for my target, pistol [?] Don't blow the whistle as I search for house loot Your corner [?] counsel, I have a jugg servin' [?] [?] Caught a straw Sniffin' magazines, banana, I'm Montana with the clippin' [Chorus: Large Professor & B-1] You wanna see what you gonna see So you gotta be who you wanna be (The life we lead) You want to see what you gonna see So you gotta be who you wanna be (The life we lead) [Verse 3: B-1]

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Credits

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  • B-1
  • Large Professor
  • Ayatollah