EF Cuttin - Out With A Bang lyrics

[Intro] Lock it, load it co*k it, hold it Rock it, roll it Got 'chu, moving [Hook] As soon as my pen hits the pad I think about Cincinnati and Baghdad I think about things that drive a brother mad I think about this day might be my last So I write about things that's gon' last And that excludes iced out chains, cars, and cash I'm talking 'bout that real love, peace that pa**es All understanding now I'm free at last 'Cause these storms don't last always, yeah The sun's gonna shine all day, yeah You gotta be still and have faith, yeah And if you feeling me then say "yeah" [Verse 1: Sharlok Poems] I don't believe in the big boom science of man theory This planet I'm rocking on, God made it Ya'll hear me clearly? Feel me, press on and bang hard with fury Through the darkness shine brighter than Liberace's j**elry Tied the knot then hung the jury Be jerking like a pinata I'm a man of God, rhyme writer, lover and fighter Struck a match and set fire to those that ga**ed up On smoke from your bottom, you been screwed your pants up Never take the back seat, I ride up front In touch with my feminine side but I ain't no punk Who want what? Step up and speak your mind I slap box your third eye 'til your dream go bye Capital I am serious, way far from joking Like words spoken by Dr. King before they smoked him Wide open and broken, not prideful but certain Been through hell for heaven, I gotta be chosen [Verse 2: Theory Hazit] My city don't show love when a local native blows up Spit hot bars, you still get the cold shoulder I'm like "so what?" The flow meaning to show nuff This little light of mine I will shine so supernova Put on my face paint so I can clown these devils And get away with it on a Robert Downy level Out with a bang like crips and bloods we Vietnam Pearl Harbor, Hitler, Sadam, the National Guard Man none'll pose a threat, I wanna clash with the gods Most claim supreme but they actually fraud I seen hell, it ain't hard to get there homie The walls are made of flesh and it's hot and lonely I try to keep a clean heart and be street smart And free retards from the beef we start Spiritual CPR, the streets get dark And so the soul resuscitation embarks