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Charts
#79,452 today
Peak #326
#7,596 in subgenre
Peak #33
Author
J Bond,Flyboy Productions
Rights
J Bond, Flyboy Productions
Uploaded
October 18, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:48
Story behind the song
Just needed to connect with my creative side.
Lyrics
Just Being
Lyrics by James Bond
Beat by Flyboy Productions
I’d rather show than tell
Moan then yell
Die in revolution
Than rot in Jail
My mental hell
Accurately seeing
Label me an Activist
And I’m just being
Suppose I hop on the scene with my team hunter moon
Whisper ya’ll a few I ain’t really trying to croon
Looking like a groom it’s such a deception
This gangsta bookie I’m known for my stepping
Want it no question don’t know how long
I’m like high school before you know it I’m gone
Reminisced on remised if you miss this
Girlfriend come snatch gift off your wish list
Start acting like mistress and not Ms. Stress
You feeling this to baby get undressed
Let me feel that flesh growth of the canines
Some of us feed me I like to play mine
Who’s is it say mine enjoy the energy
Don’t get addicted love how you into me
Flee me I’m enemy but you can’t run
Not after you see me and Here I come
I’d rather show than tell
Moan then yell
Die in revolution
Than rot in Jail
My mental hell
Accurately seeing
Label me an Activist
And I’m just being
We all Vampires mother she feeding us
Roads airports see how she bleed and gush
Waste not disgusting us ooze it in the blue sea
To whom she was entrusted chose to abuse see
Or better ignore snore through the signs
Lost respect for her due to the times
Claim on grind insane out mind
Eyes on matrix carrots absorbing your time
3rd eye blind they poked it out
All your spirit of resistance choked it out
Prophet spoke about the coming of the new mind set
They sweat patriotic psychotic neurotics
Who do not want to start it with Mr. melatonic
So erotic I’m hypnotic make her fiend like narcotic
Constantly I drop it since ’92 where was you
Now back to the mother this our seed’s world too
I’d rather show than tell
Moan then yell
Die in revolution
Than rot in Jail
My mental hell
Accurately seeing
Label me an Activist
And I’m just being
Scociety eyeing me I’m just looking back at em
Papa padre I just come bat em in they box
Watch rich get richer greed or poverty we all sicker
Cause we the whole who stole the soul
Trinkets of techonology misuse of psychology
Suppression of botany to push there pills
Momma’s baby ill and there’s no posole
Cause she in the boardroom on her grind all day
Wespak just started so pops away
Hey gas still climbing daughter need shoes
On top of the mortgage got the melarose
That’s hamster treadmill just more advanced
Big brother hummed a tune told ya’ll to dance
Two stepping no question how that feel
You gonna let them dictate your life to you for real
I’m coming back to ya’ll….yeah
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