🎵 1994 (Interlude’s Justice) // by KeneddyTheDon

1 Contributor 1994 (Interlude’s Justice) Lyrics [Verse 1] 1994 arrived My life is summoned because my father found his beloved with whom to spread eternal love And, spread the fruit of his loins From the 3-point line, he shot a shot with such accuracy I had to join – I had no choice The needle dropped, I preferred to play a song so quietly But, my family name proposed the opposite ironically If I didn’t adapt, I’d be crucified by society I became a witness to the musical talent that laid within A living testament, or maybe a walking weapon with a demeanor that likes to lyrically murder on a whim I’m not joking Fucking provoke me and you can meet the ocean No floating I wish your family well You just disgraced your entire family lineage They pray you living in Hell Living on the sidelines has taught me all the guidelines of living in power, money, and prestige Without the repercussions of not having a Plan B Plan B requires prior knowledge of the situation only derived from experience and meditation That’s why it’s laughable when young niggas repeat the cycle of being young and dumb with money You look like an eye soar Your ineptitude makes you twice as irrelevant Yet, this type intellectual deficiency is prevalent and so pervasive amongst the masses Like now it’s cool to put your brain in the casket [Verse 2] I belong to a generation that’s ostentatious No need for debate, I’m well aware we all used to be that way It’s quite contagious You say it’s a phase that everybody outgrows So if I complain, I’m just hatin’ To me, it sounds like you compensating for lack of skill sets Your compensation shows – it don’t match to the real vets and the pioneers The individuals responsible for your career They possess the talent to eradicate you down to the molecular structure Do not muster up the bravery to fight ‘em You must’ve been utterly mistaken with mediocre The minute you thought you had a chance, the jig is up, you losing focus They see an opening, provoke your life source until it’s depleted You even pleaded guilty to falsifying your credibility You stand defeated Not only do you get paid for being stupid, you get it for decreasing the value of what it means to rap What it means to pack ammunition and then pull and release the Mac trigger You stacking up in your bank account, now you thinking you bigger What the fuck you gon’ do when niggas ain’t fuckin’ with ya? You scramble for every bit of change and every bit of fame to stay relevant They remember your song, but not your name If this applies to you, this is either a diss or you can change I recommend you change, because my sentiment will be disdain if you cause beef I’ll only see it as leisure while you steady competing tryna scramble for words to defeat me This is not up for discussion, my lyricism is lethal Lethal injection if you choose to play the record – I’m evil, nigga! [Outro] Let it be known then Really, though Niggas thought this was a fucking joke This ain’t no hobby, cuhz Bring your A game