Dying Breed lyrics

[Hook]
God bless all the dying breed
I pray for the dying breed
I'd kill for my f*cking creed
I'd die if it ever needed
God bless all the dying breed
I pray for the dying breed
I'd kill for my f*cking creed
I'd die if it ever needed

[Verse 1]
It ain't a long time (it ain't)
First time I talk first time I walk
It ain't a long time (yea I know that sh*t)
I need to talk I need to talk
Is this the right time?
Man, f*ck the right time!
I spill 'em beans and cook it
I don't care if it don't fit
Your mind, your heart man f*ck it!
Respect to whom that take seat
For a two cents from a kid
If you don't like you may quit
Aye look man, I've been thinking 'bout a certain kind of people, I call dying breed (dying breed)
That's the kind of people that I would bleed for (I would bleed)
I lost count on those I knew
Yet dying breed count as a few
The f*ck I'm watching, I see super villain on the news, on a daily routine, there's a thirteen raped by a thirty, drugged with some morphine, what the f*ck is happening?
Kill the TV then I took my phone, hope that I found a peace I ain't surprised, all I find is another decrease
Scrolling picture of phonies
The fake rich flex
The fake respects
They'd f*ck you up
You don't even need sex
Social media effects
Stabbing homie in the back
Bug me like an insect
But still we don't act
Oh!

[Chorus]
Add that to the list, add that to the count
At whom I got p*ssed (aye, o!), at those kind of c*nt (aye, o!), at those kind of c*nt
Add that to the list, add that to the count
At whom I got p*ssed (aye, o!), at those kind of c*nt (aye, o!)
Get the homies and sing! (Get the homies and sing!)

[Hook]
God bless all the dying breed (God bless)
I pray for the dying breed (I pray)
I'd kill for my f*cking creed (I'd kill)
I'd die if it ever needed (I'd die)
God bless all the dying breed (God bless)
I pray for the dying breed (I pray)
I'd kill for my f*cking creed (I'd kill)
I'd die if it ever needed
[Verse 2]
Let's take it to the music, let's take it to the basic
Hip hop's a trend, so they pretend
They think it's all about the brand, they wanna blend (they wanna blend)
I talk they got offended, and now they got defensive
They know we know they fake it, but still they lie, impressive
And would y'all let a boy ask a question?
What happened to the music and the passion?
H2O asked this generation

Panji be cookin' in the studio (cook), compose that sh*t baby hear my audio
Boomin' boomin' through the stereo (stereo), that sh*t rising a crescendo
We write , we learn, we true from head to toe
We real, we pay respect too those who know
An homage to BAP, to Laze to Joe
Reciting the truth with rhyme and flow

A mixture of jazz and street poetry
A blend of the soul and speech of the free
A question to ask of what will I be ?
Without the music it done posessed me
Oh!

[Chorus]
Add that to the list, add that to the count
At whom I got p*ssed (aye, o!), at those kind of c*nt (aye, o!), at those kind of c*nt
Add that to the list, add that to the count
At whom I got p*ssed (aye, o!), at those kind of c*nt (aye, o!)
Get the homies and sing!
[Outro]
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God bless all the dying breed (La la la la laaa)
I pray for the dying breed
God bless all the dying breed (La la la la laaa)
I pray for the dying breed
God bless all the dying breed (La la la la laaa)
I pray for the dying breed
God bless all the dying breed (La la la la laaa)
I pray for the dying breed

God bless all the dying breed (La la la la laaa)
I pray for the dying breed
God bless all the dying breed (La la la la laaa)
I pray for the dying breed
God bless all the dying breed (La la la la laaa)
I pray for the dying breed
God bless all the dying breed (La la la la laaa)
I pray for the dying breed

God bless all the dying breed (La la la la laaa)
I pray for the dying breed
La la la la laaa
La la la la laaa