Knowmads Eighteen (feat. Xan)
Verse 1 [Pepe]:
Yo
What it means to be eighteen
I'm tryna' stay clean
But look at where I'm placing
Kid, I've gotta break free
From society, honestly
The root of the problem is
Governmental policy
Its crumblin' economy
Playin' with our money
And the damn thing funny
Son, it's all a big monopoly
We live in pyramid schemes
And it's clear in my dreams
Don't believe what you heard
Cuz it ain't what it seems
No what I mean?
And
Capitalists cutting taxes
From the top of the list
Only concerned with, the fat, the rich
And justice persist
People fighting, using GATT (?) to the fist
And what the f..ck yo
The tragedy's this
See we're all tryna' kill eachother
Can't exist together
And the Earth won't put up with this shit forever
Represent for your needs like the black panthers
F..ck the po
F..ck the power
F..ck the propaganda
Right? Right? Right?
Chorus [Pepe]:
And the news stays skewed
And the skies stay grey
Is it me? Is it you? tryna find my way ya'll
We lackin' balance on all types of levels
On this planet since we settled
Tryna equalise the bass, and the treble like the state
From the rebels turning humans into gods by escaping from — devils
And the world's made of metal now
So while we settle down
Turn your speakers up
And hold your reefer up
Yuh, this ones for all my f..ckin' peoples what
Verse 2 [Jester]:
I'm growing older
While this life is growing colder
A young and then the synthin
And I'll just throwin cold shoulders
In a sense, I ain't stressing and
Guessing its the way my generation
Been affected now
Problems we be neglecting now
It's a sad situation we at
Knew I gained responsibility
Complacent with that
Now I could buy a switch, a sweet, and some porn DVDs
Fight for my country to make — peace
But at the bar, I need a f..cking fake ID son
But we 've seen with the election what can happen
When the youth get excited for a cause now we actin
Got Obama's stickers and his face up in our fashion
Promote the hope for change in the verses that we rappin
Now the man's elected, knew we had to take some action
He wrote the country's had to live we no satisfaction
Even though we young, appropriate to stop relaxing
Help make history our president's a black man
[Pepe]
Hah, hah, hah
Chorus [Pepe]:
And the news stays skewed
And the skies stay grey
Is it me? Is it you? tryna find my way ya'll
We lackin' balance on all types of levels
On this planet since we settled
Tryna equalise the bass, and the treble like the state
From the rebels turning humans into gods by escaping from — devils
And the world's made of metal now
So while we settle down
Turn your speakers up
And hold your reefer up
Yuh, this ones for all my f..ckin' peoples what
Verse 3 [Wilson]:
Yo
Year number one
I take my first steps
I inhale my first breaths
Stumble over words
Just a boy with an — ‘S'
On my chest
I can fly to anywhere without a care in the world
When I'm stressed
I guess with age it comes, but it ain't that bad
I take my glass half full
And my grain of sand
But see, we only play the chain of command
Maybe it's time to drop the blunt
And start changing my plans
Stop f..cking up and then just saying thanks to my dad
Cuz his taking and breaking in half
Is what made m a man
An made me slinging the grams
Is just a waste of my hands
Cuz' I've always been amazing with the pen and the pad
And all I need is inspiration, I got plenty of that
Now we apply it to the science of the art and the craft
A couple bars in my draft
After the margin is pass
And so I'mma rap about these eighteen years
Between the sex an the stress
Chicks and the checks
Blood and the sweat
Here's another eighteen ya'll no regrets!
Chorus [Pepe]:
And the news stays skewed
And the skies stay grey
Is it me? Is it you? tryna find my way ya'll
We lackin' balance on all types of levels
On this planet since we settled
Tryna equalise the bass, and the treble like the state
From the rebels turning humans into gods by escaping from — devils
And the world's made of metal now
So while we settle down
Turn your speakers up
And hold your reefer up
Yuh, this ones for all my f..ckin' peoples what