Too Late Lyrics

Too Late lyrics

Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump



 Like it's way crunk, yeah,



 Fake punks get they face lumped



 Sent to the most high, by the most fit



 You gotta do, fuck that almost shit



 The fam is close knit



 You diggin', know the clock don't stop tickin'



 Glocks still spittin', the whole block politickin'



 Lik epresidents with they minds dead on arrival



 Leaving no evidence of a struggle for survival



 Songs relevant to the times like the psalms read in the Bible



 Stepping to this leaves thoughts in your head 'it's suicidal'



 It's the T to the A-L-I-B the deep rooter



 Rolling with my Wannabattle cats with Chief Buddha



 And see through the overspecialized



 Underpressurized



 No lie texturized



 Emcees who got the masses mesmerized



 With empty rhetoric



 They better quit



 NIggas so hollow that they echo like sentiments



 



 Nowadays rap artists coming halfhearted



 Commercial like pop, or underground like black markets



 Where were you when hiphop died?



 Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? (6x)



 



 Kwa is chillin', Tone is chillin'



 What more can I say, we stay building



 And make killings



 Take children through the wilderness, by the hand



 It's a great feeling, show 'em how to be a man



 Exactly, pack trees in my khakis



 My sound fat like a knee



 While you thin like a Mackey



 C'mon, shine so bright when I walk by



 You got ta squint like the motherfucking sun in your eye



 What! Say something



 You stay fronting



 It ain't nothing, let off like I'm big game hunting



 Me and Tek stay way blunted



 Wave running on beaches with white sand



 With a slight tan



 Smack the mic stand with my right hand



 When I'm excited



 Leave you so far in the dust that you forced to bite it



 On fire like property lost to riots



 Yo, ain't no stopping us when we all united



 



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