Revelations Lyrics - Indigoism - The Underachievers

[Intro:] 

People think that I'm lazy 

People think that I'm this fool 

Because I gives a fuck about the government 

And didn't graduate from high school 

But I learned how it's done 

So I'm gonna be number one 

Thank you Jesus for my mamma 

Thank you bitches for my money 

[Verse 1:] 

I must be outta my mind 

Making niggas willing to open up to the light 

Smoking good dent, yeah, nigga this must be life 

Oh, we making moves you niggas thought we was fine 

My nigga going off, my nigga to New York. 

Pound fitted down like a buck, livers on my niggas' lobes 

Two blunts, four shreds and a middle dough 

We get enough from the motherfucker river smoke 

Born to lead a generation through storm 

In a time so hard while you niggas go soft 

Change your dreams ma nigga, puff your weed ma nigga 

Get high, not low 

Hustle in the summer till the motherfucker winter 

And my flow go hard like a motherfucker missile 

You can catch me in the tribe, with the hustlers and the killers 

Putting all for my city like we entered the Olympics 

Repping out for my gang, we bought that love, we don't bang 

'Less a heathen step out his lane, then you know them hammers go wang 

No, fuck that nigga, get your brain up 

And if you can't get rhythm, get your paper 

And if you can't get both, nigga, wake up, go change 

I'm feelin like a lifeguard 

Jimmy try to get a nigga but they never shape us 

They see putting our kids so they hate us 

But we the realest motherfuckers, no makeup 

Suck a dented life fare and knock our creators 

Ain't no debating, who are the greatest 

It is up in your heart, nigga, go out create it 

Get out the matrix, why you stuck in the dark, nigga? 

[Hook:] 

We can crown kings in Adidas 

We can crown kings in Adidas 

Get high bitches, get high niggas 

We can crown our kings in Adidas 

This shit is fresh 

[Verse 2:] 

All my life niggas told me that I ain't shit 

Funny how things slip, knowledge of the ancient 

Ain't shit if you ain't fit 

Bought a plane tic to Echelon and my motherfucker brain's sick 

Crank it to the government, fuck 'em man 

Martial law, they don't care about a brother, man 

Expended brain, book out the frame 

Then I became a light bearer nearer to the sun 

I'm staying, fuck you taking 'bout? 

I'm a fucking living God, find a truth deep inside 

My body is so float the most high up 

I'm ghost, comatose, mary jane we elope 

In the mists of the smoke, elevate your mind 

Get awoken, listen this advice, take notes 

These are more than just coats, this is real life over steel mic 

Fuck it all nigga, just do it if it feels right 

Right? Can't justify this life of mine, I'm so divine 

Bitch, I'm smoking chronic, stoned like onyx, never dirt Alice 

Ancient ways, young ass niggas got knowledge for days 

Extraterrestrial, no, not great, but we do come in peace 

What we got to say is that cautious way 

With a little bit of ignant, word to my pigment 

Rock jewels like Rocka motherfucker 

But these words from the pyramids, to fine to hear it 

Case stones lower level even discipline 

The schools ain't teaching shit, son 

Better elevate out of this system 

Feeling trapped in the hood, get your stripes, watch your back 

Get that rack you don't wanna be the victim, nigga 

[Hook:] 

We can crown kings in Adidas 

We can crown kings in Adidas 

Get high bitches, get high niggas 

We can crown our kings in Adidas 

This shit is fresh 

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