Rebirth (of Ill) Lyrics - Singles - Archie Bang

Yah, uh huh 

There comes that time, 

When you gotta give 'em truth 

And truth is light 

So just know that if I die tonight 

I left you with something 

I left you with truth 

Yeah, yeah 

Been a dreamer, cloud reacher 

Aspirations of lavishing living, mackin' kicking my feet up 

On dat road to the riches, bangin' keepin' my heat tucked 

Must of got the wrong map, them riches never come 

Or never came, not in this crack game 

Had to switch plans, maybe my name 

Develop a flow as addictive as that cocaine 

Highly flammable down right explosive, propane 

Dreams of celebration' wit my homies like we on man 

The ones who been ridin' like, are we there yet? 

You ain't got da answers for 'em, it ain't clear yet 

Done hit a fork in da road, now you feeling near death 

Politics, road blocks, all you want is success 

Clock ticking failure, not an option you can live with 

Only reason still makes sense why you in this 

Say Henni by the 5th, Newport to the Brownsville 

That rebirth of ill, them other niggas sound real 

They real life don't match up, that audio track 

Say Henni by the 5th, Newport to the Brownsville 

That rebirth of ill, them other niggas sound real 

They real life don't match up, that audio track 

Say they never had a friend like me, call it jealousy 

Why these niggas switched up, think about it sensibly 

Maybe more fame, more opportunity 

Look me in the eye homie, you see the truth in me 

It was us till them wheels fell off 

Positions of power, trump that, here comes double cross 

On Allah, I hold no malice, paybacks this mirror that I paint, clear canvas 

Reflection you can't look at, cot dammit 

Shed light on these bastards, so underhanded 

Plotting my demise, like you could crucify 

A poor righteous teacher, box with the God 

Go head, roll your sleeves up, these lies exposed 

Davinci Code, white Jesus, never say die 

Live by, lease believe it, for the hopeless and heavy hearted 

People who really need this, I breath it 

Nigga I bleed It, integrity I keep it 

Lost my way for minute, like a scandalized deacon 

Repent that, I ain't preaching 

Die on my feet instead of living on my knees and 

Been a soldier Since Mack was a threat 

And Pistol Pete was on street making T-shirts wet 

Opposite side of the color line, my right been left 

Crip my right been left