The Gift Pt. 2

[Intro]
Aight, check it
(Oh shit) Fuck!
This is—

[Verse]
1975, never mind
Many tried but never define [?]
All seeing [?] it's all [?]
Freeze or fight? Shit, I wanna squeeze the mic
Seize the night, spit about the reasons why
How, when, do we really need to die?
Where, who, what the fuck am I supposed to do?
Pay my tax and hopefully roll on through
Fuck that, how about cold [?]
Let go, better yet get a hold on you
I'm not sure what the devil exactly told you
But mark my words, it's me, my whole crew
This is the gift, now step aside, watch this
Conflict eatin' my brain like strong drinks
Soul sick, how about you? What you think?
My conscience, early in life, on the brink
Moralistic, far from still persistent
Sorrows lifted, innocence got me twisted
Natural mystic, a pothead, fuck the riches
I mop the floor, scrub the walls and dirty dishes
And make the most of it, sparkin' on the dopest shit
You're under nothin' and fuck it, we be over it
That's the brother shit, fuck your other shit
You're little aliens, back to the mother ship

[Bridge]
Drugs; loved them as a kid
Life; hurdles and rap gigs
Money; never had enough
[?] always choofed a puff
And the cops; I hate their ways
Girls had me stressed for days
Work for minimum wage
Or be the MC that never got paid

[Scratches: Auldais]
"750 Rebel—750 Rebel—"
"750 Rebel—"
"750 Rebel at the bar—A 750"
"750 Rebel at the bar, I'm charged"
"To get sick when you rep and settle all—all—all
"All the shit—shit—shit"
"All—All the shit"
"To get sick when you rep and settle all the shit"
"To—To get sick" "To—To get sick"
"750 Rebel at the bar, I'm char—cha—charged"