ThenitHits

Then it hits me, the whole beat Hits me, so I hit a lotta harder Cause Im tryna be apart of Where the hits be Speaking of can someone tell Me where the hits be Yo Khaled can I get a couple keys Please Put the whole damn Game on a deep freeze, no Reprieve, cause I believe The whole game is slack, they Got time for that But no time For rap, the billboard a trap And I dont mean trap like yeh Yeh skrrrt yeh yeh yah! Im Talking chained in a cage, in a Rage Mothafucka's yelling out Of the bitch like arrrggh Is How I feel in the field I digress It's a mess matter fact let me Put that on pause. People dont feel real so I Conceal the feelings in my Chest yes So I go and rap my Pain to stay sane, I give it all The best blessed It's a hard life it aint pretty, Im Making friends with all the Demons fuckin with me Its becoming my nature to tear Down skyscrapers and take Over cities cause Cause it hit me, the whole World hit me So I hit a lot harder cause my Momma didn't labor for a bitch See Growing conscience as I swim Along a deep sea, drown under Wet sheets and then repeat, Just to walk streets, just to act Right, just to act like I dont Blast mics chilling under stage Lights, to shine bright Through These hard nights, through Hard daze amazed By the all Intricate ways that people play These games, with no shame Or aim or claim to anything That could be really true, but Just like an addict it's abuse What I use till I lose and Mothafuckas I will never be You But what can I say people gon Do what they mind choose Man Said it hit me, whole universe hit me, But I aint hit back, yet Said it hit me, whole universe Hit me, but I aint hit back yet But I aint hit back yet But I aint hit back yet But I aint hit back yet But I aint hit back yet But I aint hit back yet But I aint hit back yet Now it's time to hit back so get Set L'One god, why the f*ck I feel Alone God, blow up spots to Get hot But the journey got me Feeling I was made odd, and if That's the case What is this Race, I'm outta place, yet set to Place To earn your grace in Sacred space, cement my place Or wake up to a cruel facade. Do you feel me Shit do you Know me, know I'd like a Queen to hold me Least I got The homies, a lot different From the old me But in some Ways still the same, gotta look In the mirror again Make more Change, despite the pain, no More games But I aint hit back yet But I aint hit back yet But I aint hit back yet But I aint hit back yet But I aint hit back yet But I aint hit back yet Now it's time to hit back so get Set Nah I ain't finished, skilled in The field cause I'm winning on The scrimmage For my image, Off the hinges, door left ajar, Red on the litmus Try to leave No scars, but it's hard. Living On a world built base Forced to Find balance in another beings Face Hard to set pace to keep Your world from disgrace and So easy to let it burn So as Earth churns, I wonder if us Humans fit to make it Fit to Stand before God no longer Naked, clothed in truth And can Say that "I am awake bitch" Lock eyes with The God No fakeshit And the universe Knows we've learned, and if Not and we f*ck up the shot Well, I hope we get what we Earned Cuz we ain't hit back yet Cuz we ain't hit back yet Cuz we ain't hit back yet Cuz we ain't hit back yet Cuz we ain't hit back yet Cuz we ain't hit back yet Now it's time to hit back So get set