Troubled Water

[Chorus: Gappy Ranks] Live and direct in a living color The revolution will be televized And all who doubt it will show respect And all wise words will be memorized Blazing, blazing fire Calculated and standing tall Blazing, blazing fire Never fall [Verse 1: Blu] Wash up your body, time to shine and glisten Grind illest, yo I was slipping I'm divine by design, we kick rhymes from the mind’s prism Vibe, listen, kick back, chill, get in the mood again The music is the uniting force, you feel the grooves We spinning riddims and rhythms, really ripping the shit we kicking My nigga, this isn't a gimmick, this is the real shit, feel it Leave it to critics to catch feelings, raps collapse buildings When I rap, I got the blueprint map for billions Maximillion, back to back brilliance Word to uncle Willy, I'm silly as Saul Williams Killing ’em whether millies or the semi automatic Cats is 'bout to catch it, you could bat with a Ted Williams average And I got a cat, duck and pitch, pass it and spit a classic I'm finna clap it if he don't have it by the time he rap or You can sign to the fine line backwards Shit won't matter, shit go platinum, there go half your talent You never battled, you are not a rapper, you can't even get it back You just wack and wish you had your man's manager You need a band and a helping hand and a grant after you rap And as soon as you land, you got a plan, Blu got a ton of 'em Ideas, concepts, and hookups You rubbing me the wrong way if my DJ ain’t cutting a hook up Fuck do you see when you look up me? B-L-U and you can add the E, Exi-L-E, word up [Chorus: Gappy Ranks] Live and direct in a living color The revolution will be televized And all who doubt it will show respect And all wise words will be memorized Blazing, blazing fire Calculated and standing tall Blazing, blazing fire Never fall [Verse 2: Blu] I wanna paint a picture, make a difference Change the system, make a statement Life is so amazing, even begging for a penny, many never make it Let alone still live at home, I can’t get out my basement Banging speakers, blaze the reefer We just speak a language you bob your head to and listen And listen, this is religion, praise God, he got some rhythm Hit 'em with the knowledge, wisdom understanding freedom Power equal God, build destroy, born cyphers Now look what we got, peace brother, just some justice To be busting back at a motherfucker who never gave you nothing They just expected us to take they shit I say they wanted to be blunt and couldn’t take the hit I'm getting something from this journey Send me out to sea and you can burn me You can turn on me, put your burner on me And I won't be nothing but a burned CD Bumping inside someone's head Humming my lyrics with a little kid up in their stomach Ready to teach him to be something son, you could be a lyricist You serious or you just be fronting, huh? I’m busting spiritual lyrics, miraculous like a magic trick Rabbits flip out my hat, I get action Pinning my life is passion, get on the mic and smash it Flipping it like Mike Jackson on the ass again I'm still black, I peel caps and spill raps like chill black A ill cat, don't get me contagious, just know Saving a nation, fruits of my labor made back in the slaves again I master the craft then master the record, I bust, you masturbate The master ain't the master if he get blasted away I'm moving backwards to the East again Eating apples, fucking with Eve again Get it even 'cause evil men can never have true happiness anyway [Chorus: Gappy Ranks] Live and direct in a living color The revolution will be televised And all who doubt it will show respect And all wise words will be memorized [Interlude: Scratches] So-so-so listen close to what I say" We make waves, causing tsunamis to your armies, splash- Everybody in here (Listen close) M-M-M-My flow is like the o-ocean [Verse 3: Blu] The congress of the United States versus the city of Compton Think how to be great versus how to escape nonsense Constant gunshot, drugs by Johnson & Johnson Get it higher, my grandma's attic with a bunch of addicts Aggravated assault with a deadly weapon I knew I was heavy-handed, didn't know I'd crack his skull Pass the ball to the kid with too many problems 'Cause he play the hardest and stay the longest When we at the park, I spark the long stick And watch my problems blow out the window Play that instrumental back to back and let me rap I got some shit to get up off of my back Step back and put on the track Lay down the raps to the wax like that Now wind it back, this the crack for them kids that don't do that You know you wack if you can't play your tracks after my track I'm after stacks, black, I got your respect, I got your back I'm from the West yes, God bless the best, the beat just that right and exact Fight titans like Tyson, biting my track M. Bison's sliding attack, tied as tight as the raps, uh Black man versus the Ku Klux Klan With no gat, just two hands, but we ain't going back to that again [Outro: Gappy Ranks] So-so-so listen close to what I say We make waves, causing tsunamis to your armies, splash- Everybody in here (Listen close) This ship sink nigga, I'm gon' walk on water Never fall