Conscious Youths – Play lyrics

Verse 1 (Mr. Singh)
Here we go again a perfect ten from beginning to end
Surrounded by men and she never pretends
She gets fit in the gym / sporting all that gold
And he don't even know that she's cheating on him
Housey wife turned Sista Bling now she's out with
Mr. Singh
Sting so bad it is blistering and the ex-boyfriend can
Kiss the ring
When he talks about love she's dissing him when I speak
About love she's listening
High heel boots what a flashy thing in a birthday
Suite since christening

Chorus:
Here we go again just one more rounds with my friends
And I hope it never ends because today is my time to
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Verse 2 (Paleface):
You know what they say every dawg has his day
Some bark some bite and still they might get caught in
The game
Left in the rain jumpin' up and down they wanting to
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Heads keep talking and talking but they got nothing to
Say
(Paleface:) Particular people are critical, bickering
(Redrama:) That we too mainstream
(Paleface:) They really political, silly and pitiful
(Mr. Singh:) Meaning you and me
(Paleface:) The cynical side is clinically typical
(Redrama:) For all the humanbeings
(Paleface:) Is he really a criminal? Killing a lyrical?

I'm feeling the ridicule reaching a pinnacle
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Verse 3 (Promoe):
Well you know what they say every dawg has his day
Some want the bone some chase the cars I'm leaving
More than a stain
Let me get it all won't settle for the so-called
Luxuries in life
That's such a cheesy lie I'm callin' the bluff doin'
It for more than the fame
Gimme freedom of speech gimme equal rights
Gimme clean air to breathe in the peaceful night
Gimme whatever it takes to break our chains and make us
See the light
Gimme just a lil' bass and a bit of space to let me
Speak my mind
Won't you please just let me play
Verse 4 (Redrama):
Give me space enough for me to breathe, enough for me
To be, enough for me to play
I don't ask for much, so just pass the blunt, coffee
Half a cup, I'm okay
I feel fabulous though I don't have a buck/ It's
Hazardous trying to rhyme after us
Check mate, ain't no matching us/ they lack the nuts
And here's where the laughter stops
It goes "oh, no, look at them go Mr Singh, Lil Red,
Daddy Pales, Promoe
See the logo bro? My dogs is some stone cold flow pros
Acting local, thinking global
Get a load off and let me play See my bros won't ever
Separate