Wall (DJ Static Remix)

Lyrics

Breez Evahflowin' ft. El Juba - "Wall (DJ Static Remix)" [Emcee(s): El Juba and Breez Evahflowin'] [Producer(s): DJ Static] [Verse 1: El Juba] My views are my own, my blues are my own My crew chop, schools scatter. Said, "I just came home" Riders blockage like Fidel or [?]. The cow Flew on the moon 'til I found my voice and my true cool I'm true-school, alpha, and omega, the parts on the paper The darkest of thoughts, lightest of hearts, Ellison's Rinehart. The magical real for Gabrielle They write about my daughter as well. To her, I would tell The worst of my sins as sort of cautionary tale just Like Lucky did with me since the day that I could spell Never made the same mistakes twice. He gave me a cross To bear. All us are off of the chair 'cause somewhere In America are Jubas who confused why they're suffering. Is it God don't love 'em? Or 'cause life on Earth is worth nothing? You know I tear you up with pop hits and dance Tunes, but I want you ready—go to get your chair Soon. All my homies, I told 'em watch the sky to see You tripping. I looked to the stars and said, "Goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye" [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and El Juba] Build a wall, kill 'em all Build a wall, kill 'em all. Hey, hey! Build a wall, kill 'em all. Hey, hey! Build a wall, kill 'em all. Hey, hey! Build a wall, kill 'em all. Hey, hey! Build a wall, kill 'em all. Hey, hey! Build a wall, kill 'em all. Hey, hey! Build a wall, kill 'em all. Hey, hey! [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] Build a wall, kill 'em all North American. This on some arrogance Ignores it all and only calls its own soil "American" Some claim they need to see votes to know what's happening It's happening now, to be specific. Intriguing—at The same time, horrific. This monolithic montage Of politics blah-blah, you swallow it—glob, glob Then get robbed. Cycle repeat—proof positive The more you repeat any process, the product depletes That's the knowledge. Drug dealers are proud of Thugs and even prowlers—no, switch up your shit. At least Add a tune to it, that Kennedy "we're going to the Moon" to it. Instead, it got a hint of doom to it I zoom-zoom to it. That darkness that I Remember from the womb fluid, I held it like I Was immune to it. That "crush, kill, devour" or "Flower and bloom" to it. I grew attuned to it Now have to make the music and use it to navigate A room through it