Powerful Songtext
von O.C.

My antennas up, in the dark with my arms crossed
Thoughts fused with adrenaline, the God′s on vacation
Just to keep a level head for all the big things that's in the making
My vision is tunnel, short of a few
Years back I rewired my whole approach
Just knowing how far my reach goes
It′s something that the average human
Being can't fathom who never left home
Having control 'cause what are price, highs, lows
Or even dangerous situations or how you move
So for those who really think they understand that
Trust what I′m saying, this is bigger than rap

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Uh, brokering thoughts from the door, never knowing
On my nails, suppressed nerves, no worries if I′ma fail
Tales of my city I speak, meanwhile
Here's a rundown, the course of navigating the streets
For each step there′s a power move
Allow my crew to do whatever is necessary
Upgrade the hustles on fleek over beats
Stock bonds, the objective, process what I fuel
Using the right tools, the do's and don′ts hit home
My point of it here is keep going
Avoiding them landmines from exploding
Clear path, seeing what I dug up is fool's gold
Security fraud niggas flaunting figures
There′s a difference between rich and wealth like a moose and an elk
Or small timers try proving themselves
I'm strategic, your outburst shows weakness
Meanwhile, I'm overseas on multiple visas

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Many nowadays complacent and I′m amazed
I′m a couple decades in, call it power playing by my own rules
Shit talk I will acknowledge if you paid dues
I'm tapped in since way back, you catch it on my playback
Whoever talking slick shit in the same space I′m dwelling
That's a felon talking, what the hell is show know? (It′s what we do)
We give ourselves the green light, self-contained unit
Fueled by support of the consumer, supply meets demandments from us
Combo of black and Spanish brothers
To my b-boys and block huggers all the way up to trap lovers
DJ's all birthed from a subculture
All moving parts now ′cause nothing stays the same
From when it started out from the root
Spooks sitting by the door with a plot to fund dudes
With an iron grip to control, I check one two
The music led us here, dictating to higher ups
What they once didn't hear 'til we made things clear
It′s strength in numbers, and with some paper
Your team can work wonders taught by those who progress from it

Powerful
We love the art
Real nigga shit
Yeah
We love the art
Real nigga shit
Powerful
Yeah
We love the art
Real nigga shit