Make Noise - Rhymefest, Raheem DeVaughn, Black Thought

Two pieces in my pocket

How I’m supposed to make noise?

All praise due to my mama

Had to raise up these boys

But I feel like today that the world is mine

Like all praises due, it’s just a matter of time

Yeah, yeah!

How you raise a household with your mouth closed?

All this negativity let the child grow

Everything somebody say don’t take it personal

We all spiritual people don’t go to church no more

Tarik, it’s time to hit 'em with another purpose

We’ve been quiet long enough I got some other urges

Plus my grand he’s nervous, he believe in curses

We roll deep: 50 Caddies and a couple hearses

The music was was on, I knew he was gone

The best house he ever had was a funeral home

I don’t wanna be here without you, I can’t do it alone

Hope you’re proud of what I do with this song

Slinging packs when I knew it was wrong, screwing girls with a woman at home

Having babies trying to prove I was strong

But real power is your willpower

Insecure niggas never get to feel power

Got your life in a pickle when the deal’s sour

Now I’m reaching out to Christ in the Still Hour

Lord help me, more healthy, more wealthy

More first class flights, less selfies

Less chaos, more fine wine for the payoff

More champagne for the playoffs

They will never, turn Che off manifesting my matrix

Make Noise: the first song on the playlist

Two pieces in my pocket

How I’m supposed to make noise?

(Somebody tell me!)

All praise due to my mama (All praise due to my mama — she)

Had to raise up these boys (It ain’t easy!)

But I feel like today that the world is mine (yeah!)

Like all praises due, it’s just a matter of time

Yeah, yeah!

So I’mma make noise!

Yo, I’m from where threats get stabilized and neutralized

And where the dream was crucified and putrefied

Where living legends seem smaller to the naked eye

Even the heroes die but never say goodbye

Where kids that play outside may never make it home

And gunfire is more steady than a metronome

And they’re immune to it all, it’s all they’ve ever known

The homeboys ain’t sure, if there’s a heaven for 'em

The truth told get you caught up in a loophole

A few stones get you brought up in a group home

Brick and mortar and gates, for these mortal mistakes

Only award I know is how we are wards of the state

So absorbed in the hate we can’t afford to relate

More civil disorder, another moral debate

No such thing as a long time for you to wait

You get the shit and they gave Tom Sawyer the Cape

Laws that’s loyal to fakes selling snake oil to shape

Felons pray for an escape, hell as they boil and bake

Relish the soil and make due-or, prayers to a

Higher energy that’s out there so here’s to ya

Thanks for the memories, injury, dead Kennedys, enemies

Food, clothing, and shelter: the Holy Trinity

Power: that’s the remedy, how are we gonna take this?

Make noise: the first song on the playlist

Two pieces in my pocket (It's all we ever had)

How I’m supposed to make noise?

(Oh!)

All praise due to my mama (All praise due to my mama — she)

Had to raise up these boys (It ain’t easy!)

But I feel like today that the world is mine (yeah!)

Like all praises due, it’s just a matter of time

Yeah, yeah!

So I’mma make noise!