Pay 2 Live

Breez Evahflowin' ft. Shonuff - “Pay 2 Live”
[Emcee(s): Breez Evahflowin']
[Producer(s): Camu Tao (Original Instrumental from Cage - "Public Property")]
[Hook: Shonuff]

[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin']
[?], got my Hamilton jaw
But sort of like the pain, I want the Benjamins more
That’s all that I can think. I can’t attempt to ignore
I sought out what I think in this attempt to explore
My Brain tells my Pinky that they meant to get more
Before long, word done spread up through my forearms
‘Fore long, work is something to get my jump on
More long O.T. hours to get my store on
Shop on. At same time, getting my poor on
Looking very decent while living like a moron
Looking at this government like, “Let’s get restore on”
They pour on a billion a week to get this war on
I’m from New York. On that unsettled score
Left Bin Laden chilling in some cave like Skeletor
Laughing as the infrastructure decay
From whatever put the blade to the structures of trade. We
Paid

[Hook: Shonuff] (x2)
Yeah, we paid
Trying to be winners, set things right, but
You’re digging in my pockets, can’t keep my profits
Taking my niece to survive, we got to pay to live

[Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin’]
It’s probably way deeper than the shit I was stressing to
Plus bigger than Bush or than Dick with the spectacles
With games to distract us like, “Look at Mexico”
Turning politics from parties into festivals
Upsetting folks like, “Fuck long lines. [?] to vote”
Change gotta come like the song line. They got to go
Got off on a technical. Same old rules apply
Whitey leave a mess and left the cleanup to the black guy
Yeah, I’m that guy. You’re this person?
You’re just like me? I bet worse than. You’re dis-
-persing more than you take. Take away from
What’s given. That’s something missing, but some are living

[Hook: Shonuff] (x2)
Yeah, we paid
Trying to be winners, set things right, but
You’re digging in my pockets, can’t keep my profits
Taking my niece to survive, we got to pay to live

[Verse 3: Breez Evahflowin’]
My foot hurt right over my
Ankle. Right foot tend to lean into it
I knew I couldn’t write good. I could
Wait for fate to intervene into it
Can’t quit it. Got to share this story
See me? I wasn’t scared of glory, but my game was
So advanced and strange that they couldn’t category
And, still, in all, a battle for me. My catalog
Dates back to standalone tape racks, stretching out
A hundred dollar session over analog tape tracks
Walkman to running in place. I seen
‘Em rise, seen ‘em fall to a stunning disgrace
‘Cause they wanted to keep up with the pace. Should have done it with
Grace, but he couldn’t give ‘em nothing to taste, nothing
To feel, extrasensory. Real from
Senses beat down for centuries. Still, we
Paid

[Hook: Shonuff] (x2)
Yeah, we paid
Trying to be winners, set things right, but
You’re digging in my pockets, can’t keep my profits
Taking my niece to survive, we got to pay to live