Tha Numbas - Clear Soul Forces

You hear us coming nigga

Fab Five shit, bitch

Now don’t get caught up in the numbers

Don’t get caught up in it

No get caught up in it, be

Three hundred and sixty-five

Times five times live

Plus real minus lies

You powerless when divided

Don’t get caught up in it

No (x4)

No don’t get caught up in it

No (x3) be

Three hundred and sixty-five

Times five times live

Plus real minus lies

You powerless when divided

Don’t get caught up in it

Lord knows a nigga trying to come up

Like helium balloons

Blow a hundred, god we trust

Numbers, rule, everything, around me

Been counting dollar bills

Chase cream, I be the king

Been having dreams

I fell asleep inside the Range

Rover with a quarter tank of fuel I’m bumping Hova

The Blueprint, track two

Contemplating my takeover

Break is over

1st day of school my detention on the board

Three and a thirteenth of an inch and away from greatness

Push my way through all that fake shit

Just to run into hatred

Amazing, it seems society really could do a number on us

Quarter zip to make time still, the daily fixture

Another forty ounce of liquor

Complete the circle of sickness

Fiends flocking to the sixteens

Just to channel the friction

We do it for clock and digits

Picture vivid as a fifty inch plasma

Welcome my brethren, Detroit

One hundred eighty seven, check it

Now don’t get caught up in the numbers

Don’t get caught up in it

No get caught up in it, be

Three hundred and sixty-five

Times five times live

Plus real minus lies

You powerless when divided

Don’t get caught up in it

No (x4)

No don’t get caught up in it

No (x3) be

Three hundred and sixty-five

Times five times live

Plus real minus lies

You powerless when divided

Don’t get caught up in it

Dont get caught up in the digits

You can elude minimum wage

And get paid ten bucks an hour to wash dishes

The two dimensional ways of rappers this day and age

Provide the glasses so you see in 3-D

When we Bubba Ray shit

Eighty-eight BPM

Four eight balls (?)

Thats thirty-two ways to die

The verbage of LAZ and them

Down for the count

Raps throwing twelve inch vinyl

Like Kung Lao hats

Slicing through two cyphers

To find one face to wear like a Shao Khan mask

Picking up the other mask and dash, Kabal

Run to the pastor, couple of time gaps with a DeLor

Hitting the stage one ninety-eight and rock with a yes yall

Wouldn’t believe this industry (?) fast

Forever what by what by what

Two decades (?)

(?) is equal to three dates

Fuck this intimacy (?)

Fuck your TV, we ddt over dd’s like Jake Snake

This is my city

Three one three seven five that two four eight

Now wait wait

We bubble quick like Kirk Castile and shake weights

After maximum intake of your favorite (?)

Ay ay ay

We move your fake-tonic plates, take your earthquakes

Demolition from Michigan

Listen now take a survey

Ay ay ay

Now don’t get caught up in the numbers

Don’t get caught up in it

No get caught up in it, be

Three hundred and sixty-five

Times five times live

Plus real minus lies

You powerless when divided

Don’t get caught up in it

No (x4)

No don’t get caught up in it

No (x3) be

Three hundred and sixty-five

Times five times live

Plus real minus lies

You powerless when divided

Don’t get caught up in it