Gold Tombs by Emanuel X Lyrics

Verse 1: ELX

In tune with my morals
So I'm tuning out the fashions/

Pictures worth a thousand words
So I struggle picking captions/

I paint the perfect picture When
My words infuse with passion/

But my words don't define me
I'm remembered by my actions/

Live and die by the gun
When tryna shine like the sun/

But niggas wanna kill me
Before I ever have one/

Tryna see the lies
I hold visions in my eyes/
They try to blur the line
To feel alive before you die/

But what's living?
Nice cars and no name/

Perogative the same
If not a car, a gold chain/

When I die I'm dying
With a clear title/

In a gold tomb With my
Chest on The Holy Bible/

Revival of survival
Ya soul stole from a rival/

Niggas been hatin me Since the
Date of my birth arrival/

Niggas will talk tough
To catapult to catalysts/

But when confronted they'll
Convert to a pacifist activist/
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Verse 2: ELX

Walk not with cowards
But Be ya own beacon/

My songs leaking Like
Pussy on thick puerto ricans/

Rarely features on my jams
Cuz I work best alone/

The way I see it, there's only
Room for one on the throne/

I keep my own style
And never follow people/

Cuz if you follow a person
That means you're not their equal/

And if we both bleed
Blood we can both die/

But if you kiss anothers
Feet you can't kiss the sky/
A slave to consumerism
Nigga I ain't perfect/

Blow money on Air Jordans
But fuck it I deserve it/

There's deep meaning in
Everything That I do/

So understand the reason
I rocc em is deeper than the shoe/

Man, I hate that
Societys confined in/

Presidents supposed to lead
That raises issues times ten/

Fuck any man
Leading me, Ill never vote/

Cuz that's the way this country keeps a rope
Tied around our fucking throat/