On Love

Lyrics

Breez Evahflowin' ft. Dirt E. Dutch - "On Love" [Emcee(s): Breez Evahflowin' and Dirt E. Dutch] [Producer(s): DJ Static] [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] Yo That change, that change that gon' come Congress cockblock, Obama don't cum Change get put on the backburner, knives in the Back turn 'em to Nat King Cole from Nat Turner That turn of fate turned debate to the base Been trying to tell you since bass in your face Draped in that hate like jewels to Liberace Publicly, fools don't navigate with Nazis But presidents do True. Yo, yo, yo, I'll fit A lot of wild stereotypes: a child with no wife Set it with low-lives, that credit with no swipe Can't fight the science, statistics I don't like Being one example, I imagine about your life What you've been fed your whole life. Pops, his Whole life go back like a hundred and for life To the first white with the foresight to foresee "I see a land that's not mine, but gon' be" Rolling with scallywags where the boats be First immigrants that got here from overseas Smoke trees, soak up the wisdom of the O.G.'s Turn around, cut 'em in half like Ben Kenobi No deed goes unpunished—truth No deed was involved when they robbed, pillaged, and looted [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and Dirt E. Dutch] It's on love. I see how you get down, though It's on love. I see you. For real It's on love. I see how you get down, though It's on love. I see you. For real It's on love It's on love It's on love It's on love Love, love, love [Interlude 1: Sample from Aldous Huxley's "The Ultimate Revolution" Speech] "...will enable the controlling oligarchy to get people actually to love their servitude" [Verse 2: Dirt E. Dutch] Choose a side 'cause it's do or die. Who do you ride for? It's suicide. You and I, who we divide for? Are we alive? Are you sure? Who did you die for? Who's making strides from our lives while we all die poor? Look inside, y'all. What the hell? Rick and Carl might as well pop our melons with the knives, y'all The timeline's all swell. I'm fine, I'm Shining, I'm grinding, I got no time, but That digital grass is green. It's more Like a rock in a hard place with your ass between And that cash is lean, and if cash is king Well, then, credit is queen. We're indebted to fiends Two-headed and mean. Kneel as a team and then Behead 'em, leave 'em dead and redeem. What I mean is that The dark and cold can be defeated by the hearts of Gold—heat 'em up with the art of the soul [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and Dirt E. Dutch] It's on love. I see how you get down, though It's on love. I see you. For real It's on love. I see how you get down, though It's on love. I see you. For real It's on love It's on love It's on love It's on love Love, love, love