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lyrics
Alive... Are you alive?/
You think I'm talking 'bout breath/
Then you don't understand life/
& you don't understand death/
There's more to life than breath lil dunny/
There's more to life than getting checks lil dunny/
There's more to life than getting sex lil dunny/
But you in class tryna act a lil funny/
Want to sleep then bake up like, "I'll wake up tomorrow..."/
Question: aye bruh...aye what's tomorrow?!/
It don't exist, just an idea in your mind/
You came to a crossroad just to stare at the sign/
Just think, trees breathe to us, birds sing to us/
& you could create a day in your brain yet resort to ignorance/
I don't really mind if it's over your head/
'Cause the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead/
I feel so alive/
& I feel so alive.../
I just might resurrect sutm/
(Repeat)
"Positive! You're too positive!"/
Are you positive? "Yes!" Then you're too positive!/
It's a new day, I spit so these dead bones would live/
But you use cars & chicks to impress like cards & tricks/
Well let me get negative, most you rappers wack! You cannot rap!/
Spitting sedatives, I take a nap when they happen to play your track/
Rapping laxatives, you pushing crap, won't take it back/
But taken aback when you'll play "Sir Spraying Gats" but don't play The Black/
Gotta be kidding me!/
These catz got to be kittens b/
They planned on mocking J like Haymitch & Heavensbee, 'cause I say which way Heaven be/
Well get a rapper to step to me & I'll lyrically take him where Heaven be/
—Kill 'em!—
Your honor I'm sorry, excuse me/
But killing these rappers is my duty Judy/
My pen's more lethal than the thin edge of a knife/
& I'm really killing emcees just to bring them to life/
Wake up! Sleepers!/
You missed your call a long time ago—beepers/
Outrageous, how we play with life, play with death...zombies screaming from the bleachers/
The treasure's hidden for the seekers/
But you'd rather find pleasure under t-shirts & mini-skirts/
I'm 'bout to jeer & shout/
Forget what you heard of, we're born for more than sex & murder, though that's all we hear about/
You making more purchases but don't know what your purpose is/
Just stare at a mirror to get the proof of a perfect Creator's workmanship/
& stop dwelling on bodies who've been augmented; I'm so pedagogical with the Teleological Argument/
So don't feel like this Earth is just/
A container of worthlessness/
See, I was born dead, lived to die again then rise to live to die then rise again, so I know that there's more than this/
Yes, I'm going a-bove your head, but the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead/
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