Twentyfourseven

By Doomtree

On Doomtree

Released on July 28, 2008

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[Intro]


[Hook]

We be all in the struggle, man

Grind hard, Twentyfourseven, man

Need more leveraging

Down for whatever, fam

We be all in the struggle, man

Grind hard, Twentyfourseven, man

Need more leveraging

Down for whatever, fam


[Verse 1: I Self Devine]

Finely diced in the cut chopped up

Stir fried in the wok like mock duck

“Whateva whateva” we say in the mornin’

Cause whatever gon’ pop without warnin’

Peace to myself cause I need help

Hold a piece to the rich cause I need wealth

Blue collar shit

A few dollars spent

Violent product of my environment

Young G’s fiends to blow trees

Young teens with nails and hair weaves

Only build with the leaders

Check individuals hard without heaters

I believe in me—"freedom or death", what I said to police

I’m the true and living ruler

Kicking jewels in the kitchen, I’m too driven


[Hook]


[Verse 2: Sims]

Waking up to the head buzzing, blood pumping

No time for using the snooze, flip on the news

Nah, fuck it, unplug it

Time to view something new

Something to loosen the screws

No time for that

Got to keep the mind intact

40 hours of the spinal tap just to keep the spot I’m at

But that’s just how is goes

So the motto, "Not just another spoke with lottery hopes"

Working man, dirty hands, sturdy plan

Crush it through the hustle

Trudge—I‘m a slow moving train

Y’all just stutter-step don’t use your brain

I pass another test

I lend another hand

While the rest would let ‘em fall like the other man

I take the upper hand

I’m calling up my mans

We’re taking over on the other hand

Snap that rubber band

1982 to a hundred grand


[Hook]


[Verse 3: Mike Mictlan]

It was a map in a hash pipe

A half-lit matchstick

One hand on a gas pump

We blazed til we passed out

The Blues and a Mag-Lite

A half-way highway patrollee

“Two hands on the dashboard slowly!”

I’m used to the downright no-good outlook

A few good men look out for the bad bunch

If only looks could kill

“Look ma’ no bag lunch, just a body bag and a magnum”—“Have Fun!”

They lash out and you whip your lashes

Another day, another kid, another campus

Another human interest story for the masses

Cause to the rest of them it’s just subhuman madness

Take a deep breath, The Struggle is indefinite

Take another breath

Our freedom is so irrelevant

But we don’t ever forget

That we won’t ever regret

That we all in it

We live, we die, we rise, because...


[Hook ½]