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letra de the noise - db3

[intro: chicago news]

[verse 1: db3]
im from chicago, the only city i know
where bullets fly n-ggas gotta duck like donald
the only hood where n-ggas got mo’ macs than ronald
and i dont like math, so i dont want no problems
so i might leave, please dont try me
im high g, i could cut a cloud and make the sky bleed
plus im clean, like a new white t
and my pants smoke weed, call it good high jean
n-ggas got me stressed so im smoking on irene
know a couple n-ggas live in vain like an iv
rappers claim they hitters but these n-ggas they are lying
no zodiac, but they bout to come sign me
i leave bruised beats they be thinking that im chinese
the noise is so frightning, alot of n-ggas dying
n-ggas take defeat, they remind me of some nikes
smoking weed in a fast car, im catching high speed
coppers all on our -ss, so we steer fast
gas prices making us cry thats the tear gas
verses hot as h-ll and i ain’t even met the devil yet
clip hanging out the side, the sh-t look like a treble cleft
n-ggas bang but i bam bam, where pebbles at
alot of rappers trying they just ain’t up on my level yet
with all this sh-t goin on, suprisingly i been well
when n-ggas take they last breathe thats how they end up in h-ll

[verse 2: neph]
the block is hot, and thats word to the boys
lound pack on deck, cover the noise
about a 5yr gettin shot in the bear of ya’ eye
n-gga thats some sh-t that could make a f-ckin grown man cry
and i dont wanna see that constipation
under my consolation
with the world ending, what the need for all of the gangstas
all the stains that you hittin’ that sh-t is evaporating
all these drills that you runnin’ that sh-t so aggravating
fruit of the loom, a n-gga lose whole banana clip
up in his f-ckin’ hip for talking sh-t, some advocate for peace
i traded for a another,i think that was the n-gga i wanted for big brother
these trigger happy n-ggas got me checking my surrounds
cole heard from nas but ye’ you let me down
and no this ain’t no pride thing i know you been around
but this dont negate fact that every second souls are found

[chorus: austra- the noise}
the noise [x8]

[verse 3: just neal]
uh, this chicago the city of the noise
boyz turn 2 men like wanya, when they get a hold of toys
i hear the noise of hittin’ stains
i need that, i ain’t no lame
gettin’ bodied over mikes, the shoe hype is insane
everybody dont struggle, everybody not blessed
lifes a test and sh-t the chi, got us set up for a f
28 schools cut to help the budget on a stadium
my city f-cked up, gas us up like an arabian
im blowing on citgo, f-ckin’ with the high route
surrounded by some low lifes tryna f-ck with me for my clout
my city hot, thats no doubt, these youngins hot headed
profiled cause they dreaded ain’t no hope where they headed
they be lurking on the block, 30 shot in a nine
catch a opp, wack a opp, ain’t no conscience in his mind
my nigas boomin down the nine, i i never judge they grind
just know that bein bout that life is a short life line
n-ggas still inside the field, but no cotton pickin’ take place
instead we pickin’ opps off and picking up a murder case
casings, yellow tape, pigs searching for a lead
but we embrace the code of silence let the violence proceed
another day, another gamble
all the proof within this sample
pouring liquor, lightin’ candles
i can’t handle the noise
drillinois, chiraq, hear the noise dont lack
this a revolution n-gga, only god got our back
amen

[outro: kid cudi-revofev]

where will you be for the revolution?

- db3

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