Capital (Capital STEEZ Tribute)
Moment of silence suicidal thoughts like a disease i ain't speakin typhus
Heard one song and was dang who could write this,
found out who and what he do i was like man i need to write this.
They say we must to believe,but you can't spell believe without lie now that ain't no relief.
People could meet and be up til 2am pressin send,
But don’t expect that forever because even friend comes to an end.
This can't happen tho so you say you aint havin it,but you still haven't done nothin you stagnant.
You watchin things fade away but you can't tell why,
cuz you watching with your own eyes but your just stevie blind.
Blind to the fact your fam could speak a muffle sound,brothers tryna gun me down,so i bust a couple rounds,
now you hear the thunder sound,the facts you just heard you thinkin how am i to guzzle down.
We want but scared of the violence,then we see the war it's like clash of the titans.
This meanin every country could be a apex predator,identify the genesis now stop thinking everything is delicate it's just irrelevant..
Name brand aeropostale, name man aristotle, deranged man van gogh,a great artist so my nickname picasso.
Speaking like a activist,tryna find the way around rhymes that's a anylist,Hard to do like calculus,oppose the government antagonist,i would leave trump alone but i'm not a pacifist,running for president id make a great candidate,i'm not the greatest yet still shining like amethyst,just give me time and i'll have people saying whose mans is this.
Macho man cuz popeye did while serving on spinach,defied my limits just to keep my image.
See it's a pro era,Steez was a pro terror,with little error,a dream sharer.
Government have soldiers use guns,machine ones,pazuka straps play your cards right we ain't got no booster packs
If i was rapper i'd have to quit cuz id have my lungs scorched cuz the fire,People riding on hover boards saying they rich your parents bought you that sir you're a liar.
I guess Columbine was listenin' to Chaka Khan
And Pokémon wasn't getting' recognized at Comic-Con
It's like we've been content with losing'
And half our students fallen victim to the institution
Jobs are scarce since the Scientific Revolution
And little kids are shootin' Uzi's because it's given to 'em
Little weapon, code name: Smith and Wesson
And you'll be quick to catch a bullet like an interception
If your man’s tryna disrespect it
Send a message and it's over in a millisecond.
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