West West Drip

Lyrics

Yo, West West Drip ain’t no damn fashion show It’s concrete cracked, where the broken seeds grow Streets speak, you listen, echo through the blocks Politicians lie, while they empty out our pockets This ain't no mumble, it’s a motherfuckin’ roar A primal scream from the forgotten shore Brand name bland, diluted, watered down While genuine souls drown in this poisoned town

This is what's been missing, the real, the raw, the grit The truth exposed, ain’t no sugar-coated shit They feed you illusions, keep you pacified and blind But I’m here to detonate the bombs inside your mind.

Born in the belly of the beast, raised on struggle and strife Seen hopes die young, cut short by a crooked knife System designed to keep us locked in chains Repeating cycles, fueled by pain and gains. They build their empires off the backs of the unheard While the prophets of profit preach their hollow word. I’m spittin’ venom, a lyrical plague unleashed Watch empires crumble, replaced by righteous peace.

This is what's been missing, the real, the raw, the grit The truth exposed, ain’t no sugar-coated shit They feed you illusions, keep you pacified and blind But I’m here to detonate the bombs inside your mind.

They call me radical, call me a threat, call me insane But I see the sickness poisoning every vein. I’m the antidote, the cure, the bitter pill to swallow The revolution’s comin’, ain't no turnin' back tomorrow.

So listen close, this ain't a game, this ain't a trend This is survival, against forces that never end. They try to silence us, try to bury us in shame But the flames of rebellion will forever burn the same. From Compton’s corners to the ghettos worldwide We stand united, with nothin’ left to hide. This is the reckoning, the cleansing fire’s glow And they will reap the seeds they dared to sow!

This is what's been missing, the real, the raw, the grit The truth exposed, ain’t no sugar-coated shit They feed you illusions, keep you pacified and blind But I’m here to detonate the bombs inside your mind.

Yeah… This ain't for the faint of heart. This is for the ones who bleed truth. West West Drip… Yeah… You feel that? The rumble beneath your feet… It’s comin… (Beat fades out with heavy static)