Lyrics

[Chorus: Mr. Lif] Sonar, sonar Sonar [Verse 1: Mr. Lif] Has the smoke cleared, or are we sittin' in this for years? Can I get a hug or are we wearin' hazmat gear? Fear has proved, it's true, that it's still a great tool To have us buggin', fightin' each other and actin' like fools Every home is a school, it's an office for you Every day is detention, and, yes, it's overtime, too Every door has been glued, the outdoors are removed Show your face or step outside and they got bullets for you That's a scene in thе Philippines, military green It can be inside thе fabric of American dreams But can we wean ourselves off of the teat, bon appétit Waters are deep, that's why I use the sonar for sleep [Chorus: Mr. Lif] Sonar, sonar Sonar [Verse 2: Mr. Lif] MPC's in its quantitative ease and We on it in the mornin' and breathe it in the evenin' You're swimmin' in a lake, that's great, but the background's fake The trees are barbed wire lines at penitentiary gates But you refer to them as property lines of your estate 'Cause our progression through this life is really joggin' in place There's no escape 'cause most people don't wanna escape They see the trees instead of guards with rifles aimed at they face And what I hate is much of this is up for debate Talk to the wrong people about it, go from present to late It's high stakes when they pull the water out of the lake Now you gotta show those papers for takin' the walk late [Chorus: Mr. Lif & Akrobatik] Sonar, sonar Sonar (Ayy, ayy, ayy) [Verse 3: Akrobatik] Ayo, Lif, these leaders, they ain't so swift There's people dyin' while they lyin', yo, this shit ain't no myth Convincin' they constituents that they all got shackled wrists Fuck it, go out, get your shit and find someone to go with All you need is a four-fifth and a target to go hit And, oh, if you meant to hit the dispensary, no spliffs They sellin' snake oil while the oceans, rivers and lakes boil Farmers heart's break, state don't fertilize fake soil First responders make the great toil The worst responders are the worst among us, plottin' how to take Oil profits, more questions than answers are offered All I know is don't come near me if you coughin', what the fuck, man? [Chorus: Mr. Lif] Sonar, sonar Sonar