Time To Rize

[Verse 1: AP.9]
I had enough, now they wanna see me get fucked
I called they bluff, now they wanna put me in cuffs
They say the black man (Black man) I mean this african american
We all legends, we done shook Armageddon
Now we headed to this new era, new terra, new laws
And niggas ain't scared of these cell walls
We all knew better, but it's all about that cheddar
Never say never, niggas is clever and thеy got Berettas
I bet thе D.E.A. wanna see us young niggas become a modern slave
But I ain't no dumb nigga like that nigga Kunta Kinte
I'm on the run nigga, look what I've done nigga
Be vengeful my young nigga
We gotta rise to the T-O (The T-O-P)
And I'll be spittin' this shit 'til they free my nigga C-Bo (What's up Loc?)
We all livin' in nothin' but hell, nothin' but jail
Where we all runnin' up on bail tryna excel
To another livin', we tryna touch mail
Penitentiary chances got us blastin at these [?] but I can't fail
I'm back at church, prayin' for the dirt that I've done
Just tryna get saved for I reach the early grave

[Chorus: AP.9]
We gotta rise my nigga, open your eyes before you die my niggas
I know it's hard to swallow your pride my niggas
If you're feelin' me, give it up, let me know
And if not nigga, nigga, you probably smokin' rocks
We gotta rise my niggas, open up our eyes before we die my niggas
Really find what's inside all our pride in
No tellin' who out to get us
Find the devil inside and notice the villain
We gotta rise my niggas, open up our eyes before we die my niggas
Really find what's inside all our ride for killas no tellin' who out to get us
Find the devil inside and notice the villain

[Verse 2: San Quinn]
Searchin' for the true meaning of freedom so I can share the truth
Fillmo savage activity, everybody shoot
Can't trade no war stories, in the ghetto, no more glory
It has to be some math to this passive warring
We struggle with addiction, conviction to the street
Try to make it to the church so I can hear my mama speak
To direct the message toward my life I've been doin' wrong
So I know I can afford some right, you know I'm no longer blind
So decisions be hurting my mind, I try to hide it with the weed
Blowin' all my time, blowin' all my time is what I spit
Nigga all my rhyme
Get millions done deal with the AP.9
My calling bigger than balling, creating jobs
For ex cons and next cons you wasn't put here
Still with no substance behind your motion
That fake thug shit got us all hopeless
Ecstasy pills got us overthinkin' what we doin'
My nigga shoot my niggas, what the fuck we doin? (Who we ruin?)
The war head set to grace stay eyes on us
Real niggas out of Frisco, gotta rise on up

[Chorus: AP.9]
We gotta rise my niggas, open up our eyes before we die my niggas
Really find what's inside all our private pictures
No tellin' who out to get us
Find the devil inside and notice the feelin'
We gotta rise my niggas, open up our eyes before we die my niggas
Really find what's inside all our ride for killas no tellin' who out to get us
Find the devil inside and notice the villain