Текст песни Mr. Lif - They Made It That Way
Mr. Lif - They Made It That Way слова песни
It started with two turn tables and a micLightning strike, electricityMC rip rhymes DJ cut the wax viciouslyThe combo, maliciously brought, ingenious and preciseMad nice, soon to be subject to mad heistsNiggas talkin bout they bought mad ice, livin the mad sheistIn the battle of art versus trendsPoetry ends when money contends the recipe blends and becomes dilutedPolluted in fact, but check whos been recruitedIntact with rhymes for your mindEverydays a struggle `cause society frames youBut raise your head and walk with pride because i came to..."Make It Better" -> [KRS-One sample] (2x)The only place I can find justice is deep inside of these linesThat i designed to explain situations of the timesPeople in general are targets of big money marketsAnd are all disposable unless you come ready to workFully posable with suit and tieReady to buy into the bullshit imagesOf people claiming that money is what there religion isFilthy females that are visionlessAnd foes that are precisionlessLet me be your mind`s eye and vision thisRise above, your power is limitlessThe ghetto`s designed to leave you spiritlessLiving from day to day dodging AK sprayNiggas doing anything for payIn streets that spite the light of dayThe fallen gods been led astrayI must retaliate"Why?"Because they made it that way"Word"Fully educated rhyme sprayMy way is to give you something to cling toSo you can survive dillemas that you live throughThen exist through your lightAnd focus on being in search of what`s realInstead of just relying on the steel."Make It Better""Remember?""Make It Better"Check it,This is the new lyrical selectionRed, black, and green protectionMotivation and pride connectionMoving the focus of your perception away from nice cars with fuel injectionThe lesson is often taught, but never heardLeaving your vision forever blurredKilling for wealth in a world thats absurd, with hate in killing the fateDelivered by your villian(?)Fucked up from skunk and malt liquor and now he`s illin``cause he hasn`t had a meal in three daysChop your neck in three ways, common occurences these daysSoon to be locked in a cell for raising hellLooking back upon his life wondering where he fellBut martyrs tell of many uncivil nightsWhile battleing for civil rightsNiggas die `cause ignorance plightsAnd ignorance fights progressIn all shapes and typesBy blocking the lights of success from niggas sightsSo one nigga snipes his brotha who he claimed he never likesAnd snatches his adiddas and nikesSo I drop knowledge on mics until apocalypse strikesAtomic blast blowing niggas off dirtbikesI mold the soil into dirt spikesAnd jump straight from the top of the chartAnd drive `em through the devil`s heartIts time to revolt and restartAnd live our lives from the heartAnd bring this music back to the art, rip it apart."Remember?" & "Make It Better" (scratched) 3x(scratches and fades)