Big Mark X - C9

Shit. Gotta wake up, get to the studio and shit Clock up on another one Ridin' again, I'll probably drive a couple hours Now I'm flyin' again (Feel that, see that, be that) Tryin' to win, I'm out here tryin' for repentance While I'm eyein my kin (I never) Got a spotlight, I only confiscate it You in a league of one, you gotta highly moderate it I smelt a smoking gun, I analyzed and calculated All the while, I contemplated all the time that he'd be facin 25 To life, for homicide expectin' racists Just to set a nigga free For bein brown and angel faced (Tch) See the plaintiff and the bailiff, makin' faces Starin' at they parallel cause they know fate is so adjacent Same spaces, smell of lily roses As we mourn the final restin' place of rappin' for exposure Searchin' for some closure while they murder our persona The truth'll set you free, that's why I murder for my culture I'm feelin' the vibe, I'm feelin' the vibe I'm feelin' the vibe I'm feelin' the vibe (Nahh) I'm feelin' the vibe, I'm feelin' the vibe I'm feelin' the vibe I'm feelin' the vibe (No) I'm feelin' the vibe, I'm feelin' the vibe I'm feelin' the vibe I'm feelin' the vibe It don't matter, kick it like Jet Lee in his prime (Wow) Back when I was back up at apartment 8 My grandma place is not a restaurant I'm talkin bout the spot my grandma stay Hollow tips and 'volver spray Common sense a common wave Not alot of promise When you got the cops around the way Sound away Got us another, look what we found today How you mothafu-, sucka punched him Justice find a way Then they kickin', stompin' Crackin' body shots around the waist They he get to cussin' Now his fuckin' blood around the place How we get to sumthin When Obama couldn't finally I ain't got the answers But I promise I could find em Sway I survived every block and broken bed I ever made Not to mention found myself in boxes Though I never stayed Got Mahatma Ghandi on my mind since I was second grade Spotted higher echelons, and now its like I never prayed Now I'm bout my practice, showin God I'm bout my power play Cause I'm fairly certain that it's all my higher power say Big Bama wit a sick grammar I'm a survivor not a rapper, used to cases not the cameras But I kept my soul and plus I did alotta damage My spectacular vernacular could rile a pack of panthers Calculated stanzas, and immaculate appearance Dancin at the moon, I'm glancin, starin' at the mirror Then they multiplied it now my vision with the spirits I wrote my life away, and I just hope that y'all could hear it Cause I'm I'm feelin' the vibe, I'm feelin' the vibe I'm feelin' the vibe I'm feelin' the vibe I'm feelin' the vibe, I'm feelin' the vibe I'm feelin' the vibe I'm feelin' the vibe I'm feelin' the vibe, I'm feelin' the vibe I'm feelin' the vibe I'm feelin' the vibe It don't matter, kick it like Jet Lee in his prime (Wow)