"The Hell That We Been Through" lyrics
Twiztid & Blaze Ya Dead Homie Lyrics
[Monoxide:]
I'm sick of talking about it, I'm sick of givin' it pass
I'd rather Autobahn it, give 'em the gas
I thought about a lot of punk shit that they used to do in the past
I wanna put 'em in the trunk and go make a splash
It ain't about the cash, the cars, the fame, the name, the stars
Don't let the shit around you define the person you are
Ain't 'bout the chain or who wanna hang or who above the bar
Never let it change, never let it change who you are
Feeling like a bullseye is on my back again
I know they'll target it even when I'm just practicin'
I know the world is just ready for me to pack it in
But everyone get used to this face 'cause it ain't happenin'
Went to Hell and back again, outlasted every last of them
This is all from scratch [?] leave it [?] trash [?]
Bended knee we've never asked, it sent us free from all the drastic
Now we see all of their caskets, and decree they wanna hash it
When your back against the fence and everybody against you
For the ones that got your back and all the ones that pretend to
For the ones that'd take a bullet and the ones that resent you
Talking about the hell that we've been through, yeah
And to the ones that ride or die, man, [?] shit
And stick together through the thin and the thick, that real clique
Hood shit, how many real homies I get?
How many motherfuckers claimin' us as legit? Let's talk about it
Birds born in cages think that flying is an illness
Or anyone who questions their reality can feel this
Cannot let you tear me down, you did not help to build this
So walk with me, help me kill this
Overwhelming feeling of dread, always dread and piling to the ceiling
I'm not feeling right or feeling the feeling just like I'm dealing
Not getting better, getting over, or getting through
Add in the criticism, kill 'em all, man, I wanted to
Block, block, block 'em out and keep steppin'
Sharpen my mind, if my body fails, it's my only weapon
Left, let down and sit upset
Not entitled, just feelin shit I've been working for ain't here yet
When your back against the fence and everybody against you
For the ones that got your back and all the ones that pretend to
For the ones that'd take a bullet and the ones that resent you
Talking about the hell that we've been through, yeah
And to the ones that ride or die, man, [?] shit
And stick together through the thin and the thick, that real clique
Hood shit, how many real homies I get?
How many motherfuckers claimin' us as legit? Let's talk about it
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie:]
We stay thicker than thieves, nobody sicker than these
Presence filled up with leaves on my family tree
Roots deep, bust through concrete
And your foundation, bitches stay hatin'
Ain't got the patience for clout-chasin' wastes of spaces
Don't be mad the shoe fit, get the laces
Need some motivation, since my coronation
I stay on top of the game and my vocation
And y'all can keep chasin', complacent energy
Everybody on your team frail and deceased
Rats beggin' for cheese, shake 'em off like some fleas
You don't want it with my team, bitch, please, know your need
[Madrox:]
When your back against the fence and everybody against you
For the ones that got your back and all the ones that pretend to
For the ones that'd take a bullet and the ones that resent you
Talking about the hell that we've been through, yeah
And to the ones that ride or die, man, [?] shit
And stick together through the thin and the thick, that real clique
Hood shit, how many real homies I get?
How many motherfuckers claimin' us as legit? Let's talk about it
[Outro:]
If you see your people going through Hell
I'm sick of talking about it, I'm sick of givin' it pass
I'd rather Autobahn it, give 'em the gas
I thought about a lot of punk shit that they used to do in the past
I wanna put 'em in the trunk and go make a splash
It ain't about the cash, the cars, the fame, the name, the stars
Don't let the shit around you define the person you are
Ain't 'bout the chain or who wanna hang or who above the bar
Never let it change, never let it change who you are
Feeling like a bullseye is on my back again
I know they'll target it even when I'm just practicin'
I know the world is just ready for me to pack it in
But everyone get used to this face 'cause it ain't happenin'
Went to Hell and back again, outlasted every last of them
This is all from scratch [?] leave it [?] trash [?]
Bended knee we've never asked, it sent us free from all the drastic
Now we see all of their caskets, and decree they wanna hash it
When your back against the fence and everybody against you
For the ones that got your back and all the ones that pretend to
For the ones that'd take a bullet and the ones that resent you
Talking about the hell that we've been through, yeah
And to the ones that ride or die, man, [?] shit
And stick together through the thin and the thick, that real clique
Hood shit, how many real homies I get?
How many motherfuckers claimin' us as legit? Let's talk about it
Birds born in cages think that flying is an illness
Or anyone who questions their reality can feel this
Cannot let you tear me down, you did not help to build this
So walk with me, help me kill this
Overwhelming feeling of dread, always dread and piling to the ceiling
I'm not feeling right or feeling the feeling just like I'm dealing
Not getting better, getting over, or getting through
Add in the criticism, kill 'em all, man, I wanted to
Block, block, block 'em out and keep steppin'
Sharpen my mind, if my body fails, it's my only weapon
Left, let down and sit upset
Not entitled, just feelin shit I've been working for ain't here yet
When your back against the fence and everybody against you
For the ones that got your back and all the ones that pretend to
For the ones that'd take a bullet and the ones that resent you
Talking about the hell that we've been through, yeah
And to the ones that ride or die, man, [?] shit
And stick together through the thin and the thick, that real clique
Hood shit, how many real homies I get?
How many motherfuckers claimin' us as legit? Let's talk about it
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie:]
We stay thicker than thieves, nobody sicker than these
Presence filled up with leaves on my family tree
Roots deep, bust through concrete
And your foundation, bitches stay hatin'
Ain't got the patience for clout-chasin' wastes of spaces
Don't be mad the shoe fit, get the laces
Need some motivation, since my coronation
I stay on top of the game and my vocation
And y'all can keep chasin', complacent energy
Everybody on your team frail and deceased
Rats beggin' for cheese, shake 'em off like some fleas
You don't want it with my team, bitch, please, know your need
[Madrox:]
When your back against the fence and everybody against you
For the ones that got your back and all the ones that pretend to
For the ones that'd take a bullet and the ones that resent you
Talking about the hell that we've been through, yeah
And to the ones that ride or die, man, [?] shit
And stick together through the thin and the thick, that real clique
Hood shit, how many real homies I get?
How many motherfuckers claimin' us as legit? Let's talk about it
[Outro:]
If you see your people going through Hell
