Ace Phalos - 47 Lyrics

They got a nigga performin' like 47 miracles
Tryna make enough bread to feed a multitude
Live with no fear, ignore how your peers peer at you
I don't know what they lookin' for, the evidence empirical

The bloodline imperial, I murder it, it's serial
It's deeper than habitual, this shit reverse the ritual
Here to recondition you, the energy return
From all the bullshit that you give your attention to

Yeah, you gotta make it work for ya
It's all about the energy
You don't wanna make God your enemy
Crawlin' on your belly with the slithery

Snakes that pretend to be chameleons
Tryna camouflage they feelings, but it's senseless
When it's more than six senses, I perceive the insecurity
And feel that something's missing, you got ears, you should listen

Had a deja vu, more like a premonition
Woke up from paralysis, hallucinating visions
Of these life or death decisions, pick em with precision
When you livin' on the edge, just learn to fly

Or be a victim, cause somebody gonna push you
You gotta have balance, stay workin' on your craft
Hone in on your talents, no reaction, that's knee jerk
If so, you need work, you gotta have that muscle memory

Provide a speed burst, can't teach it, gotta research
Jumpin' in feet first, my first feet, they retreat
Horse knees in the dirt, the obsolete, I delete
Slick and sleek, don't slip, if you ain't got the map

Please don't trip, my GPS is equipped
With astronomical coordinates, they wanna set the bottom
Gotta treat us like subordinates, don't wanna see us coordinate
Nah, and fortify the black collective

We gotta make it so they can't make it past detection
Was four or five when I recognized the mass deception
Seen a four or five turn Jordan, a lesson for weapon
Lesson you get past 23 with a clean record

Carried by sixes undefeated, calm under pressure
Was born under pressure, broken collarbone
Where these moms couldn't hold me till I was six months old
The pain is pleasure, I can take the blistering cold

You said there's fuel for the fire burning deep in my soul
You couldn't control, internal organs probably explode
I'm probably the dopest, control of the deepest
If I was white, they'd probably say I was Jesus

To keep society's secrets under the firmament
We roll up the earth, and then we burn a bit
They prostitute your mind, I try to turn a trick into a treat
Listen, when the ruler speaks, the glori-tory music's peak

A nation of markers, glories is what it takes to break the leash
I'm tryna figure out what it takes to wake that beast
I can't live without freedom, justice, peace
You interfere with those, it all blows out the windows

Of the 88 Caprice Classic with the system blasting
All the hate from L&M still couldn't match the passion
Following the trend, they tryna duplicate the fashion
We never miss a beat, even if the time lapses

They call us criminals, it's clear to see who got it backwards
Cause we already changed the name to Ali from Cassius
Way back when, something you can't sign, I'm a bastard
Meanwhile, they eating off slowly depleting Africa

Acting like slavery and reparations ain't added up
And mad at us cause we get mad as f*ck, it's backwards as f*ck
Like going to the motherland just to segregate
And bring niggas to America just to tell them get away

Like we chose to immigrate, let that shit stimulate
Then let it marinate, heavy how they carry hate
If you wanna hear some bullshit, then don't participate
A little late, but man, I had some shit that I had to say

You heard me, man, you tapped the f*ck out
We all tapped the f*ck out
They wanted that, man
It's just how it's supposed to be

We don't even know what year it really is
Ask the Ethiopians what year it is
It's 2015, man
It's 2015

They got it so tapped out
Shit, man
The only ones even semi-tapped in
The little kids

And the overexposure ruins that