Look Around Lyrics - Singles - Beatnuts

1999 

Beatnuts, Dead Prez 

Every time I look around, I see so much drama goin' down 

Every time I look around, I see so much fakeness goin' down 

Why I'ma, be stingy when I can share? 

Why I'ma, be hateful if I could care? 

Why would I hate my own, and forsake my home? 

Why would I fuck around and get a jake my chrome? 

I wouldn't have to stick you if we all could eat 

It wouldn't be no need for beef, dyin' over streets 

We don't even own anyway, you could get bucked off any day 

We behind enemy lines, y'all still writin' Hennessey rhymes 

While I'm tryin' to get a good price for a nine 

Feel like my life on the line 

That's why a nigga be hype all the time 

Ready for the revolution at the drop of a dime 

I got a duty to have security for my niggas 

A duty to serve the beautiful black sisters 

A duty tom stand wit anybody that's wit us 

And fully criticize all bullshitters 

There should be awards presented, to niggas who fight back 

Like Panther jackets, or sisters who like gats 

I'm a full blooded warrior, ready for change 

Recognize any soldier that's doin' the same 

Because I love who I am, and that means everything to me 

My life ain't worth a damn unless I'm dealin' with reality 

When I look myself in the eyes it's just me 

And I ain't gotta tell nobody no lies I feel free 

And I would rather deal with the truth than falsehood 

Than being fake with my people and claimin' it's all good 

You can't run away from yourself so that's useless 

If your word is bond then you don't have to make excuses 

Every time I look around, I see so much drama goin' down 

Every time I look around, I see so much fakeness goin' down 

Yo, as I sit and contemplate about the fate of my kids 

If I die is the state gon snatch up my kids? 

City life, no choice but to live by the knife 

Put food on the table at whatever the price 

My beautiful wife, all the time cookin' precise 

When there ain't no meat, she bless me with the eggs and the rice 

Never think twice, I love you for the rest of my life 

That's why I taught you how to shoot when situations get trife 

Save the children from the evil that we smell in the air 

Used to being happy, now the feelin' is rare 

I'ma soldier in the struggle just tryin' to prepare 

'Cuz when the revolution comes it ain't gon be fair 

Yo, it's the Beatnuts, Dead Prez, we connect like Tetris 

And we comin' at the world on some Malcolm X shit 

So turn it up, so we can drop these gems quick 

If you on some bullshit, then nigga hit the exit 

There's enough cash, grass, and ass here for you and me 

You wanna be greedy, sayin fuck the community 

Watch out 'cuz life's gonna change very soon you see 

I really don't believe we could ever have unity 

This shit is serious we all tryin' to have a milli stash 

But love life 'cuz that's all a nigga really has 

Love your fam, 'cuz that's all you really have 

And handle your biz and stop bein' a silly ass 

Ayo, it's gettin', gettin', it's gettin', gettin' 

It's gettin' kinda hectic, slugs burn, so naturally thugs 

Learn to stay vested, you need to learn a psycho lesson 

And treat others the same way you wanna be respected, because 

Every time I look around, I see so much drama goin' down 

Every time I look around, I see so much fakeness goin' down 

Live together, feed each other 

(Feed each other) 

Die together 

(Die together) 

Love each other 

(Love each other) 

Eat together 

(Eat together) 

Show each other 

(Show each other) 

Fight together 

(Fight together) 

Know each other 

(Know each other) 

Live together, feed each other 

(Feed each other) 

Die together 

(Die together) 

Love each other 

(Love each other) 

Eat together 

(Eat together) 

Show each other 

(Show each other) 

Fight together 

(Fight together) 

Know each other 

(Know each other) 

Every time I look around, I see so much drama goin' down 

Every time I look around, I see so much fakeness goin' down 

Bring the power back to the streets, where the people live 

Bring the power back to the streets, where the people live 

Brother, brother, there's too many of you dying 

War is not the answer, too many mothers crying 

Oh, this is a revolution, yeah, yeah, yeah