Dying Breed

Basboi

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Lirik

God bless all the dying breed

I pray for the dying breed

I'd kill for my f*cking creed

I'd die if it ever needed

God bless all the dying breed

I pray for the dying breed

I'd kill for my f*cking creed

I'd die if it ever needed

It ain't a long time (it ain't)

First time I talk first time I walk

It ain't a long time (yea I know that shit)

I need to talk I need to talk

Is this the right time

Man, f**k the right time

I spill 'em beans and cook it

I don't care if it don't fit

Your mind, your heart man f**k it

Respect to whom that take seat

For a two cents from a kid

If you don't like you may quit

Aye look man, I've been thinking 'bout a certain kind of people, I call dying breed (dying breed)

That's the kind of people that I would bleed for (I would bleed)

I lost count on those I knew

Yet dying breed count as a few

The f**k I'm watching, I see super villain on the news, on a daily routine

There's a thirteen r*ped by a thirty, drugged with some morphine, what the f**k is happening

Kill the TV then I took my phone, hope that I found a peace I ain't surprised

All I find is another decrease

Scrolling picture of phonies

The fake rich flex

The fake respects

They'd f**k you up

You don't even need s*x

Social media effects

Stabbing homie in the back

Bug me like an insect

But still we don't act

Add that to the list, add that to the count

At whom I got pissed (aye, o), at those kind of c*nt (aye, o), at those kind of c*nt

Add that to the list, add that to the count

At whom I got pissed (aye, o), at those kind of c*nt (aye, o)

Get the homies and sing (Get the homies and sing)

God bless all the dying breed (God bless)

I pray for the dying breed (I pray)

I'd kill for my f*cking creed (I'd kill)

I'd die if it ever needed (I'd die)

God bless all the dying breed (God bless)

I pray for the dying breed (I pray)

I'd kill for my f*cking creed (I'd kill)

I'd die if it ever needed

Let's take it to the music, let's take it to the basic

Hip hop's a trend, so they pretend

They think it's all about the brand, they wanna blend (they wanna blend)

I talk they got offended, and now they got defensive

They know we know they fake it, but still they lie, impressive

And would y'all let a boy ask a question

What happened to the music and the passion

H2O asked this generation

Panji be cookin' in the studio (cook), compose that shit baby hear my audio

Boomin' boomin' through the stereo (stereo), that shit rising a crescendo

We write , we learn, we true from head to toe

We real, we pay respect too those who know

An homage to BAP, to Laze to Joe

Reciting the truth with rhyme and flow

A mixture of jazz and street poetry

A blend of the soul and speech of the free

A question to ask of what will I be

Without the music it done posessed me

Add that to the list, add that to the count

At whom I got pissed (aye, o), at those kind of c*nt (aye, o), at those kind of c*nt

Add that to the list, add that to the count

At whom I got pissed (aye, o), at those kind of c*nt (aye, o)

Get the homies and sing