Carry On

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Chuck D] Basement gangs, no, I can't hang or teach you Creatures with human features Get rich or try dyin', family cryin' Pop charts is flyin', can't keep an eye on Where's the widespread panic? Shit is Satanic I ain't blind, no, I ain't woke Truth hurts, so I curse in your metaverse Hate that flat earth and don't love us back Devils in your backpack keep some of y'all goin' My hand's just weird, keeps my arm from throwin' Sly and the Family Stone, you bought the lie And now you wear it like a suit and a tie Wack times zero equals wack Ain't about that life, ain't built like that Got a box of popcorn to see y'all going Carry the hell on Carry the hell on Carry the hell on Carry the hell on Carry the hell on [Interlude] Carry on He need to leave that dope alone [Verse 2: Chuck D] Trust nobody, you got to love somebody Soon time for crime for touchin' somebody Oops, inadvertently, shit is hurtin' me Paint those quotes wrote in swamp water notes Carbon footprint, cancel all y'all want Relation between the races, all-time slump Ain't that somethin'? Ain't made for this Ain't built for that, ain't about that life [Interlude] Ayy, I got them same Roman candles, who give a fuck? [Verse 3: Chuck D] Ra-Race the hybrid, stop the COVID The new red scare for the future of these kids Throw them hands in the air, TEC robbin' you clear Pay the ISPs and the gear you wear Tracking device, all connected to the ice The one thing we share is the air we breathe You best believe until we all leave and get gone And carry the hell on [Interlude] Now, the sound of my voice travels through the microphone— [Verse 4: ULTRAMAG7] (Carryin' on like bad kids, never did what the man did) (Carryin' on like bad kids, never did what the m—) Carryin' on like bad kids, never did what the man did You can mandate, but that's fake 'cause my pants hit The lies, deception, in my pocket, there's a weapon I use for information, y'all just use for textin' Studied my lessons, I got a plus degree Never sat on the bus next to the musty seat It's a must that we advanced so long We got some nonbelievers out there, Chuck, carry— (Right on) [Outro] Gyal mad party Studio One style Now we show some respect for the good ol' Studio One