Intro Rise From The Dirt (Prod by Automatic)-Lloyd Banks

Intro Rise From The Dirt (Prod by Automatic) - Lloyd Banks African American accident in a miracle See who am I supposed to be here Somehow I got the lyricism Make my circles in blink off Like my boy take my bling off Like I'm caught in a maze Trying pace, how much that thing cost, s**t Give me like 2 of them, s**t I deserve it Who am I to talk, hoe where you've been It ain't my purpose 'til I was laying down in ooze and But feeling all worthless ain't gon' help it Hell's went loose and preeing in guards eyes Behind these bricks, like these b*****s who kiss I kick 'em out, switching b*****s like I'm switching these whips I sick 'em on your world afflicted and wrist I'm one of the greatest, I'm sick of picturing this And bleed my rose I buy a kitcher rich Who gives a f**k by the way they gon' please me give me the dough You out of green then give me the dough I'm doin' my thing in you ni***z hoe Traitor b***h tell me, sorry gives the ring and you on the flow I'm consistent when I party bottles low, give me some more Been removed from the average fam' most likely now has it's way My chain bring attention in your in detention likely wise Miss me with the cheddar I keep the tool and the magnum by Happen if I'm mad you die I killin' niggers on stagger side Forture in my daily, thought I was dead, bet you think I clocked out Can't let 'em see me ball, I got the ball I took a short round Encores as I walk out and there innovations the walking label Good teeth when I'm talking n***a, look at me and see all the Fresh Malcom X I got the crib in my tour gun Bring them n***a that need 'em that his son picked the wrong one Dying is my ultimatum won't be a bum in a long run Powered by all the hating, since a little boy my balls home Life can hard to handle, you try to offer your help but It's somewhere in the fight club f*****g themselves up They say my eye position were last, but they amateurs My buzz raging, we ain't mad at ya, we ain't mad at ya All I got is my word it might be E big bird I gotta eat bathe more I never leave this curve A thousand degrees absurd, phenomenal me I'm heard When I'm in the hood I'm good and what I see I serve Lil boy born treated, from a man down dream I wake Taking air with a foul smell of dissapointment So much love yet so much hate Great size, used veins and white poison Black on black crime for the green man's dollar In time you're gonna enslave yourself Mama pushed too hard will not save faith Will not stop kill or fall I'm too strong, hard as a rock, so inside cold Hardly ever have been, hard times turning melody to homicide One small piece to the pile of genocide Same questions in 21 religions Where will you go, who will, and who isn't Young man rise from the dirt, rise from the dirt When you should be goin' to work Yeah, V6