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Too Deep For A Beat ft Quantum Halo, Murillo, Anubis


Shaun Po Too deep for a beat, Let introduce, Me and my verbally strong brothers are here to spread the truth, The truth that's seen in a daily walk, Our babies are dying and all we wanna do fuck america's daughters, Snort her coke and abuse our way to the top, The green got you mean and forever trapped in an unlock-able zip lock, I just wanna burn it all, Losing our minds to societies gain, Making tv shows about 16 years with babies after she gave a brother some brain, Oops the condom popped and I'm leaking the real horrorcore, The government can care less and like that your careless when it comes to knowing your rights, They love to challenge you, Lock you in a cage and show kids that they can end up there like its a fucking zoo, Listen if you wanna be scared straight hear what I'm about to say, We are on the brink of WW3, and your country disarming you, They don't want you armed, Their attitude is what you need a weapon for? We want half of you to die so we can build better and restore, Have the survivors still ignorant on they knees bowing to the floor, They don't want you doing nothing more, Now i'ma let my brothers tell you a little more. Murillo Shut it off, Turn the TV off, Everything is falling apart Sending messages to Sneak and corrupt our youths mind, They're winning, We're losing, The fire of greed has control, The cold of selfishness is the virus, That this world can't fight it, What can save us from this? Beautiful girls are selling their bodies for sex, drugs, and fame, Intelligent males are selling the their souls for power, money, and respect Has this sick and twisted life became a dangerous board game? We're locked up in society's and we will die under greed, Expect the worst, Fear is here You're becoming a beast while your mother sheds her tears, Teenage mother wants to party Drink liquor and smoke all the weed, While her mother watches the baby, Gorgeous, sweet baby, Daddy's locked up... There's no such thing as originality anymore, The media wants to become like them, Drug addicts and whores. Lets all live the American dream, While our very own leader has become a well known Celebrity He has it, Money, power, and some what respect, This is the world we live in, The world is already burning, So long Humanity is dead... Quantum Halo Living life like this got me feeling like life is a maze and I'm walking down a straight street but now I see life for what it is, Trying to stay positive when society perpetuates the negative, Being rich is a quality not quantity but the way we live if you have no money means your going to starve and should it be that way we are forced to life, And you can't tell me I'm wrong for what I have to say, We are the change we are looking for, We don't need a leader just each other one consciousness And this beat flows through us all liked a constant reminder we are all one that inhabit this planet, So should we doom ourselves to repeat the ignorance that is destroying everything or should we try to escape the hate take a break your mind is an escape and a portal keeping my third eye open And if you felt the pain the world is in everyday it would bring tears to your eyes and fear in your lives ...You only die once so what you got to fear, And they think I’m paranoid but there is a cause and effect and your mad at me because im cautious and intelligent you turn a blind eye to the facts that lay in front gold aura around me hated by people who don’t understand me. Anubis What goes on well um, Poverty its hard to stop, Sinning against religion because we don't know if there's a god up top, Black on black crime we gotta stop, but others got to pop, You got a pop? Of course not he left while you was an infant, In fact he kept you at a distance, Forever scared imprint, Sell your soul sign in print, Beef we try to end it, Hands we try to lend it, For that piece we gonna spend it... Then spin it, Peace we try to begin it, War we gonna end it, Hopefully soon, supposed to be june, We gotta watch out in the future for that white boy closed In his room, We only get close to doom, The truth is all in the fine print read the lines can we book?, Rich hollywood only care about who can we book, From a contract to contact any soul can be took, R.I.P. to the babies at sandy hook, Rebuilding the homes that hurricane sandy shook, I just hope you understand me look. -Cspb
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