Worldwide

Yea check it

Man I never said I rap from slums or I pack a gun

But look around and at what that old booms bat’s become

Banging bullets, bitches, beamers, rebels, and blunts

And I’m just trying to be myself and stay ahead of the bunch

And muster up a buck for this rap peddler’s lunch

But at crunch time man these rhymes seem never enough

And shit what the fuck you think we give um on stage

Whose spinning those synonyms living on a minimum wage

Chippin’ away flipping the page just ink in the pain

Contained in this modern day age citizen Cain

But fuck it in a perfect storm you don’t abandon ship

We stand with fists and spit tattered manuscripts

Navigating off moonshine and spin these rhymes

Into cloth in our sails on a crimson tide

And every song we wrote while on this boat

Was raised to catch the wind of the common folk

Armies of mad troops unite and work underground

Harvesting grass roots to fight and stare adversity down

A worldwide revolution on a fleet of these boats

Scrubbing the decks of the craft that keeps us afloat

It’s like I’ll feel like that one day MC fortairerIt’s the hip hop community

It’s from the MC It’s peace love and unity

This is worldwide (you know the struggle)

Worldwide (you know the hustle)

This is a worldwide sound sea

Hip-hop community

Rappers with no boundaries

They can do anything

This is worldwide (you know the struggle)

Worldwide (you know the hustle)

(I love you)

Octa from France (Eso)

Bliss N Eso

This is hip hop blues that what we’re talking about

There’s a part of every MC that’s walking this route

There’s no margin to my magic, there’s no borders to my writing

There’s no part to end the madness hit that all of us are fighting

And it’s funny to think that countries can link

Through peace on a page to the blood that runs through my ink

So let’s celebrate the fact that I levitate a track

And the devils I do away with will never make it back

This bricks, bats, and badgers - pigs, rats, and taxes

Five finger discounts for kids acting savage

And that’s the way that game is played

Peace and war putting pressure on the same days

I’m trying to maintain, keep a focused mind

That’s probably why their rhymes aren’t as dope as mine

See I fight for the free bro fuck their money

I steal toilet paper from local public dunnies

And there’s nothing funny about that or how broke we get

So to the system shit I show no respect

And that television it got um brain washed

Different names it’s a shame it’s the same song

That’s why we huddle and burn this broccoli

Cause they know it takes a lifetime to earn the lottery

[Hook]