Eastside MP, San Brown - Rise Up Lyrics

Life's a cold game never fold because of bad hands
Give 'em the poker face til they understand
This is my pot, I will not lose
Don't get confused with it, which one of these n's
Want it with a warlock I run through the pain
I don't stop, calisthenics on these ghetto blocks
My city Watts, comes with a lot of risks
No time to watch, the plot thickens
No I'm not a Christian, but God sent him
For the visionary, it's scary to him
When they can't find your price or feed off your vices
Bomb on my back I'm in the building like Isis
Don't care about this life resurrect like Christ did
I'm Jason Kidd not the one with assists
Machete through your ribs
But this mask make me play safely with peers
The beer and Remy shots still got me in a haze
And I ain't had one in years
Still spit Everclear
120 proof in the booth truth everywhere.

Let's get one thing clear, this a West Coast melody
No fear, we still drop them Chevys
In the belly of the beast
Eastside, Westside n's we gon' ride 'til we rise up
This a West Coast melody
No fear, we still drop them Chevys
In the belly of the beast
Eastside, Westside n's we gon' ride 'til we rise up

I'm an old rookie, see the game lucky
It took me this long to frame the picture
But I spit with big arms like young Tookie
Rest in peace to the soldier it's a revolution
What type of n's you producin'
What's their contribution to the fall of these institutions
Malcolm X or the Martin Luthers, 2020
See the vision is evolution, stamina ready
Reservoir dog heart heavy never scared
Prepared for whatever there, rare features
Be aware of these dead preachers, and sneak these with a smile to greet ya
All the while, with bad intentions
My circumference is small
Keep the rest of y'all, at a long distance
Mister telephone man this is a new edition
My hooks get 'em fly fishing
Sneak dissin' get you fried with 'em
I provide the wisdom coincide with the knowledge given
Do the math it's a whole different algorithm

Let's get one thing clear, this a West Coast melody
No fear, we still drop them Chevys
In the belly of the beast
Eastside, Westside n's we gon' ride 'til we rise up
This a West Coast melody
No fear, we still drop them Chevys
In the belly of the beast
Eastside, Westside n's we gon' ride 'til we rise up

Yeah P, you got me going in my bag
From that hell hot place where the youth they play tag
But not with lasers, they're pretty loose with the blammers
Self worth diminished they plagued by sub par standards
Snakes will always slither
So we keep to ourselves to keep it moving like that old man river
Those who know, push through it and still remain quiet
Those who speak, will sell your ass out in a riot
We've seen these fuckers, came close but couldn't touch us
Got a crash course in reverence and had to love us
Their days are numbered, one eye cocked to slumber
The other, behind a scope on something that's made to numb ya
Pillage and plunder ill prepared best beware
They concentrating on camps to plant your black ass there
Acknowledge this quote, no joke from what is spoke
There is a bigger picture that's painted whether ya sleep or woke

Rise up