Hell Juice by AMANI + KING VISION ULTRA Lyrics
[Verse 1: AMANI ]
Cracked open a 40
Cackled at crackers that pass and ignore me
Fashion my impulse after John Africa
But imma capitalist what a character flaw
You either stacking ya chips or u a scavenger boi
I done seen enough shit to turn ya matters straight void
Still moving stay poised
Kill the noise if it ain't raw
The tongue ain't a toy nor a tool for the glass-jawed
The conquest deployed upon arrival of the last straw
Always giving never ask for nah
Gotta earn my keep before i grab yours
Niggas look at me like what u mad for
Can't you see they got the land on lock
We withstand all opps w opulence
Tolerance at a dеad stop for the modern mans conscious
Pondering at thе expense of our skin
Horrors of the profit haunt him constantly tossing all reason opposite of my creed
Sow the seeds of growth at gods speed
Yall move like some nazis , we scripting prophecies
They debate the politics, we state the policies
And follow thru
The solace is an honor to pursue
Fear a constant that I constantly subdue
Ominous the mood
Imma miss the mark if I state what’s obvious is true
So I leave em in the dark
Til they armor bruised
Pull no punches you gon get to see just what these arms can do
Pain painted chronicles by the hundreds
We do not consume the same
That's hardly up for discussion
Cracked open a 40
Cackled at crackers that pass and ignore me
Fashion my impulse after John Africa
But imma capitalist what a character flaw
You either stacking ya chips or u a scavenger boi
I done seen enough shit to turn ya matters straight void
Still moving stay poised
Kill the noise if it ain't raw
The tongue ain't a toy nor a tool for the glass-jawed
The conquest deployed upon arrival of the last straw
Always giving never ask for nah
Gotta earn my keep before i grab yours
Niggas look at me like what u mad for
Can't you see they got the land on lock
We withstand all opps w opulence
Tolerance at a dеad stop for the modern mans conscious
Pondering at thе expense of our skin
Horrors of the profit haunt him constantly tossing all reason opposite of my creed
Sow the seeds of growth at gods speed
Yall move like some nazis , we scripting prophecies
They debate the politics, we state the policies
And follow thru
The solace is an honor to pursue
Fear a constant that I constantly subdue
Ominous the mood
Imma miss the mark if I state what’s obvious is true
So I leave em in the dark
Til they armor bruised
Pull no punches you gon get to see just what these arms can do
Pain painted chronicles by the hundreds
We do not consume the same
That's hardly up for discussion