Dead Prez II

Is there a heaven for us hip hop heathens

Capital had it locked but then he stopped breathin

When will we start believing that the world is dreaming-

Of a better place without dying or bleeding

Is there a heaven for us hip hop heathens

Capital had it locked but then he stopped breathin

When will we start believing that the world is dreaming-

Of a better place without dying or bleeding

 

Louis store still has Virgil’s spirits

Checking out my bags I hear his spirit

Walking out I can feel him leavin

It’s the mission to decipher one’s condition

Use them as your ambition to solve your own systems

Rest in peace to the amazing and true and living

Lingering in raps that I chit chat

Inspiring me to get back at all these wack raps

I need more time to clap back at others who fake rap

Writing fake tracks disrespecting the whole fact

That rap is a game of telling truths about the past

Or truths about the futures we once knew as prophecies

Now my apologies if you wanna abolish me

But I’m thinking we need to combat our own mortality

We are slaves of our own vanity

Your favorite artists are always losing sanity

Wanna keep pushing albums but there dead to me

If they wanna write a deep cut then it’s cookie cut

That’s not my problem, I just cease to cook up

But stay humble cuz the reaper will pop up bruh

 

Is there a heaven for us hip hop heathens

Capital had it locked but then he stopped breathin

When will we start believing that the world is dreaming-

Of a better place without dying or bleeding

Is there a heaven for us hip hop heathens

Capital had it locked but then he stopped breathin

When will we start believing that the world is dreaming-

Of a better place without dying or bleeding

 

In heaven I saw Thugz Mansion

Or was it a vision that I say from a demon

Telling me that the life of a rapper will get you feelin

Like a king, but in reality you get bleeding

For what I know, im being screwed

John Lee Hooker and Kurt Kobain too

Are they in heaven collaborating making Blues

Or in the depths of hell making music for the fools

I will never know and I can’t seem to control

Those thoughts that I think I may know

But then get shut off when I think slow

Wanna live fast but the past gonna creep up

Leaving me as a sleeper clutching for the reefer

Then I’m dead and forgotten like the true painter of Mona Lisa

 

Is there a heaven for us hip hop heathens

Capital had it locked but then he stopped breathin

When will we start believing that the world is dreaming-

Of a better place without dying or bleeding

Is there a heaven for us hip hop heathens

Capital had it locked but then he stopped breathin

When will we start believing that the world is dreaming-

Of a better place without dying or bleeding