The Gift Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Intro] Aight, check it (Oh shit) Fuck! This is— [Verse] 1975, never mind Many tried but never define [?] All seeing [?] it's all [?] Freeze or fight? Shit, I wanna squeeze the mic Seize the night, spit about the reasons why How, when, do we really need to die? Where, who, what the fuck am I supposed to do? Pay my tax and hopefully roll on through Fuck that, how about cold [?] Let go, better yet get a hold on you I'm not sure what the devil exactly told you But mark my words, it's me, my whole crew This is the gift, now step aside, watch this Conflict eatin' my brain like strong drinks Soul sick, how about you? What you think? My conscience, early in life, on the brink Moralistic, far from still persistent Sorrows lifted, innocence got me twisted Natural mystic, a pothead, fuck the riches I mop the floor, scrub the walls and dirty dishes And make the most of it, sparkin' on the dopest shit You're under nothin' and fuck it, we be over it That's the brother shit, fuck your other shit You're little aliens, back to the mother ship [Bridge] Drugs; loved them as a kid Life; hurdles and rap gigs Money; never had enough [?] always choofed a puff And the cops; I hate their ways Girls had me stressed for days Work for minimum wage Or be the MC that never got paid [Scratches: Auldais] "750 Rebel—750 Rebel—" "750 Rebel—" "750 Rebel at the bar—A 750" "750 Rebel at the bar, I'm charged" "To get sick when you rep and settle all—all—all "All the shit—shit—shit" "All—All the shit" "To get sick when you rep and settle all the shit" "To—To get sick" "To—To get sick" "750 Rebel at the bar, I'm char—cha—charged"