T.H.I.N.G.S.

Lyrics

[Intro] Somebody told me Nobody promised me that the broken are gonna be healed Oh, but I don't, oh, but I don't believe Thank the heavens for Nottz on production [Verse 1] Yeah Periodically idiotic this odyssey Call it the dichotomy of the warrior and god in me Part of me gotta be Shaka Zulu, this prophecy Of prophets introducin' me properly, required the keys I believe I'm honestly an anomaly rockin' these Monster strings orchestrated by Nottz The greatest aviators of your playlists surround sound Avengers and the capers of them planes, trains, automobiles Ships, the sailors cross seven seas Less than these diaspora cheddars, please He mastered the expertise, still after the extra cheese Still level the mezzanine, your balcony never seen This valkyrie told the team Operation fire after fuhrer, the author who called the order Sort of synonymous with the simpletons meant to slaughter Sniper that saw you in the scope Traumatic disorder of people positioned poorly Peasants, peons, importers Reminiscin' the yesteryear, but my thinkin' is forward I was at one with this addiction of rippin' the mic to cordless So this is my escape from a business, bottoms, and borders Deep waters, when we drew straws always the shortest was mine Over time the inner pain wasn't pacified The hunger inside never gets satisfied The hunger inside never gets satisfied The hunger inside, yeah, yeah [Chorus] You gotta believe it, you came to achieve it The hunger [Verse 2] Yeah, yeah Modules been magnified, mental militancy Intently watchin' his timepiece, dues paid diligently Eventually runneth over Half-empty cup of venti uppers, in the echelons is my songs Buckle in these safety belts What you felt when we first heard "I Used To Love H.E.R." I want that feeling again, I hope we soon discover Another in common with common thoughts that's blacker than the Polaramine Used to wrap that army jacket linin' linin' Think that I was Nas sometimes when we was lackin' edibles Blamin' the federals, gettin' yearly doses of medical shots Those on the block totin' Glocks on the pedestal Mesmerized by 3 Stacks raps, dreamin' of Ferris wheels He was talkin' ceiling fans, that's feeling in the gut The hunger inside never get soothed enough Call the bluff for the so-called savants Response to the flaunts of the masculine debutants For feeling wants and needs of societies, all he wants They killin' of our black teens, deferred dreams haunts A Lauryn ambiance when our circumstance breathe 'pon To punked fan, to pumped fist, rockin' hard placed card Until we on the march side of Bullhorn battle cries Realize, the hunger inside never gets satisfied The hunger inside never gets satisfied The hunger inside, yo, yo [Chorus] You gotta believe it, you came to achieve it The hunger