Niemem Khalil - No Fantasy (feat. Big Leem)

I will never sell my soul for some money or a bitch
Pussies stole our legacy cause your ignorance ain't bliss
I might have to make a scene, action-packed with hella clips
I'll learn to be a shooter though...
I need a baddie like Jackie Brown...
Pamela Grier in a cap and gown
Bringing the good ole' days back around
Nowadays they lacking sound
Sleepwalking to back em down
Or use 20 bullets to pat him down
There is no way we're equal
Better stay way from evil's...
Idea of a life worth living
Death got million ways to meet you...
What is a sore to Eagles?
Or a wishbone to an underdog?
A synagogue to the Son of God?
Crucified for the dumbest law
Please give me ways to be legal!
Kinda woke, least I ain't sleepwalking
So unless you got your life together, do not keep talking
I stay progressing, next step, get my music right to them Cali cities...
Till then, what's the dilly dilly?
Do you really feel me?

East side to your state
My brothers, pure great
Yoir vibe is pure fake
Don't Recycle, don't recycle
Recycle your faith
My life is pure fate
My God, it's pure great
North side to southside

I know that I ain't foreign to the alienation
A true aboriginal, you know my nature is native
I do... happen to be savage, 21 was the major...
Age of self-preservation, since my brothers get wasted...
On a weekly cause on a daily, we steady get faded
Create tracks, curate playlists...
Stay on track, aboard to see steady payments
But "issa trap", they whispered to me
Just wayment!
I'm headed back to my block so I should just rest on the stainless
But I feel a...
Hedge of protection over...
My head, only when I sober
Never gone know when it's over
That's why I hated being sober
Marijuana paranoia
Green eggs and sequoias
Green eyes was the normal
The baddest chicks wasn't cordial
But we ain't stressed, just finessing
Staying blessed, won't be lessened
Staying fly, no kabbalah
Right to the moon, through the crescent
My posse right, strive to be a Nazirite
But I got a ways to go
This is just so that your know I'm from the...

East side to your state
My brothers, pure great
Yoir vibe is pure fake
Don't Recycle, don't recycle
Recycle your faith
My life is pure fate
My God, it's pure great
North side to southside, from
East side to your state
My brothers, pure great
Yoir vibe is pure fake
Don't Recycle, don't recycle
Recycle your faith
My life is pure fate
My God, it's pure great
North side to south side

Written by:
Niemem Moore

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