Deadline - K.A.A.N.

We yellin' «9−1-1», the paramedics ensue

So in this game of fake news, nigga, we know what’s the truth

Can’t be misled by false prophets out here singin' the blues

No Billie Holidays, just modern-day meteoric moves

Stuck in the groove, you choose, cruise, eventually lose

Your point in shambles from the gambles

What the fuck can you do?

Bumps and bruise’s hard to handle when you built like you

This simple shit got niggas shook

Got them lost and aloof

You could have been better

You could have been humble

You could have been smarter

You could have been quicker, ya bastard

Couple of screws loose, they fell out of your picnic basket

Tell me what you do to hide the pain, I know that you mask it

Nigga would you move the way you do if you knew the truth?

I pray to my God

Can we survive?

What will we do when the tides rise?

How can we prosper?

How can you see through them blind eyes?

CNN, Fox News, sellin' all lies

History repeats, these feelings like the end times

Niggas die, shot down on the front lines

The prophecies bein' fulfilled as I speak now

Before the clock strikes twelve, hope I get mine

Pray I didn’t miss the deadline

Wake the fuck up, and get on your shit

Yeah, you could throw the fuckin' towel in and call this shit quits

It’s obvious, it’s in your face, how the fuck you not convinced?

Only so much empathy in me, I’m out of it, I’m spent

So go on down the dead-end like all the novices did

Supplyin' a feelin' that’s unknown, yeah, it’s too real for the kids

So right before the bomb blows, bitch, I give you a kiss

Bein' aware is a burden, and bitch, I carry this shit

Y’all niggas awkward with y’all shit, shoot like Shawn Marion did

Just pay attention when you step, it could be treacherous, shit

'Cause it could be any moment, any time, my nigga, you dig?

Your standards of livin' lowered

Lo and behold, we know what it is, eh, eh

I pray to my God

Can we survive?

What will we do when the tides rise?

How can we prosper?

How can you see through them blind eyes?

CNN, Fox News, sellin' all lies

History repeats, these feelings like the end times

Niggas die, shot down on the front lines

The prophecies bein' fulfilled as I speak now

Before the clock strikes twelve, hope I get mine

Pray I didn’t miss the deadline