Dying Breed
[Hook]
God bless all the dying breed
I pray for the dying breed
I'd kill for my fucking creed
I'd die if it ever needed
God bless all the dying breed
I pray for the dying breed
I'd kill for my fucking creed
I'd die if it ever needed
[Verse 1]
It ain't a long time (it ain't)
First time I talk first time I walk
It ain't a long time (yea I know that shit)
I need to talk I need to talk
Is this the right time?
Man, fuck the right time!
I spill 'em beans and cook it
I don't care if it don't fit
Your mind, your heart man fuck it!
Respect to whom that take seat
For a two cents from a kid
If you don't like you may quit
Aye look man, I've been thinking 'bout a certain kind of people, I call dying breed (dying breed)
That's the kind of people that I would bleed for (I would bleed)
I lost count on those I knew
Yet dying breed count as a few
The fuck I'm watching, I see super villain on the news, on a daily routine, there's a thirteen raped by a thirty, drugged with some morphine, what the fuck is happening?
Kill the TV then I took my phone, hope that I found a peace I ain't surprised, all I find is another decrease
Scrolling picture of phonies
The fake rich flex
The fake respects
They'd fuck you up
You don't even need sex
Social media effects
Stabbing homie in the back
Bug me like an insect
But still we don't act
Oh!
[Chorus]
Add that to the list, add that to the count
At whom I got pissed (aye, o!), at those kind of cunt (aye, o!), at those kind of cunt
Add that to the list, add that to the count
At whom I got pissed, at those kind of cunt
Get the homies and sing! (Get the homies and sing!)
[Hook]
God bless all the dying breed (God bless)
I pray for the dying breed (I pray)
I'd kill for my fucking creed (I'd kill)
I'd die if it ever needed (I'd die)
God bless all the dying breed (God bless)
I pray for the dying breed (I pray)
I'd kill for my fucking creed (I'd kill)
I'd die if it ever needed
[Verse 2]
Let's take it to the music, let's take it to the basic
Hip hop's a trend, so they pretend
They think it's all about the brand, they wanna blend (they wanna blend)
I talk they got offended, and now they got defensive
They know we know they fake it, but still they lie, impressive
And would y'all let a boy ask a question?
What happened to the music and the passion?
H2O asked this generation
Panji be cookin' in the studio (cook), compose that shit baby hear my audio
Boomin' boomin' through the stereo (stereo), that shit rising a crescendo
We write , we learn, we true from head to toe
We real, we pay respect too those who know
An homage to BAP, to Laze to Joe
Reciting the truth with rhyme and flow
A mixture of jazz and street poetry
A blend of the soul and speech of the free
A question to ask of what will I be ?
Without the music it done posessed me
Oh!
[Chorus]
Add that to the list, add that to the count
At whom I got pissed (aye, o!), at those kind of cunt (aye, o!), at those kind of cunt
Add that to the list, add that to the count
At whom I got pissed (aye, o!), at those kind of cunt (aye, o!)
Get the homies and sing!
[Outro]
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God bless all the dying breed (La la la la laaa)
I pray for the dying breed
God bless all the dying breed (La la la la laaa)
I pray for the dying breed
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