Heart of a Lion - Kid Cudi

Please save a cudi that needs some help and i can't begin to
Think of anything that could help but the weed is guaranteed indeed jus
What i need how i feel upon a time so recent in time make me sad when
I recollect how it use to be like david and goliath kinda like me and the
Devil tryna rip out my soul tryna catch a nigga on sleep no no u can try
Again and ill be ready wont let you kill me in my dream like freddy
Krueger nooo im not no loser i'll see you in hell

At the end of the day my momma told me dont let no one break me let no one break me
At end of the day, day, nobody, nobody, ever could stop me ever could stop me
At the end of the day, day you cant regret it if you were trying if you were trying
At the end of the day i'm walking with a heart of a lion yea

Please save a kid that needs some help and i can't see ahead of me so i move in stealth
Hide and seek within a dream i seem to glide above my horror though i feel ill never be
Complete inside the dark i borrow to proceed and remain intact my mental is so unstable
And they talk and judge a man they have no clue of what im capable til i show a side of
Me no one had thought could be within i told ya no i'm not no loser i'll see you in hell

No, no, no, no, no, no, noooo YEA no YEA (x4)

I'm just a kid who needs no help ive achieved a bigger thing no cash or check could be more
Blessed and if you would've seen the things i've seen in my slumber youd be shook stay awake no
Need to run your fate will follow you you should know not for the faint at heart this world understands
No cowar its a goal a simple code i stay on the grind to the 25th hour and i know the fight in me is somewhere
Hiding deep within i told you no ill never let you drag me down to hell no

No, no, no, no, no, no, noooo YEA no YEA (x4)

you can't hide, you can't run - dialated peoples

[scratched samples]
"You can't hide, you can't run"
"Remember to, always be true, no matter what you do"
"Run it, I never fronted, I got my whole crew life on it"
"Think sharp" "Man listen"
"You can't hide, you can't run"
"Remember to, always be true, no matter what you do"
"Run it, I never fronted, I got my whole crew life on it"

[Chorus]
Any day your last day might come (so)
You can't hide, you can't run
Late night or in the shadows when the daylight comes remember
"You can't hide, you can't run" "Man listen"
Any day your last day might come (so)
You can't hide, you can't run
From the truth, we know each and every day fights come, remember
"You can't hide, you can't run"

[Rakaa Iriscience]
It's like it's "Final Destination," you tryin your best to make it
They say be patient but you know you're cheatin Death, it's chasin
Heart beatin, pulse racin, but I keep the pace and
train to be the best and beat the best by the Gracie
Grappler spectacular rapper sport of altercation
In self-defense we hem 'em up, a tailored alteration
We're firestarters, leavin stages up in flames
Then again we're firefighters, sprayin at whatever's blazin
Crazy ways to express and pass information
Daily makin the best of bad situations
We fight to win in whatever type of test we're facin
Hip-Hop came while they were underestimatin
Amazing grace how sweet the sound, that's what I was raised in
But then the crack and gangs flourished under Ronald Reagan
Life insurance for kids, undertakers waitin
Earth is purgatory, here between the pearly gates and Satan

[Chorus]

[Evidence]
Yeah ("man listen") I stay relevant
Only person I stand in the shadow of is Evidence
Last page, I left off a good look
This ain't the next chapter, it's a whole new book
About to steal the game, I'm a whole new crook
Bakin up that fire, I'm a whole new cook
Get your whole shit took, Cali's back under the sun
So - you can't hide, and you can't run
From the truth, some ain't convinced so they decide to try me
Like I give a fuck, we live from India Arie
They got spies in cameras and trailers
We see 'em settin up though we on counter-surveillance
On to me, I'm on to you, it's no mystery
Better think fast though, the future just your history
It's where the plot thickens, regardless of wealth
Cause the worst person to run from's yourself

[Chorus]

[various scratches from the intro ad libbed to fade]

No Way - Doomtree

[Cecil]
We got cracks in our armor, got cracks in the ceiling
And this axe that we're wielding
Will react when we're feeling that
Crack, attack, attack, and we're on on you like like a Mack Truck
Your honor, we are that fucking filthy

[Sims]
It's 2000 and self destruct and everybody's yelling that shit is all fucked
Yuck, I never liked the construct of that square wheel, like "money ain't real"
Wait, but that ain't real. Oh, now I get it
We could take it all and split it, give it to the village
Doomtree villains out for the killing, no kidding
Good man but I went a bit bitter when they took a little bit of the dinner off my plate
High stakes, okay, Ill play, but it ain't your game
And it ain't your rules and it ain't your world, and I brought my crew
We some dirty lip fuck your rules living ugly goons
It's no kings, no way, You're so vain, you probably think it's about you
Well it is and it ain't, and it ain't but it is
I go so fucking nasty no restraint
Well I get props and I play it off, I see them hot and I fade them all
Hello world it's L.O.P. B.T.Z., keep your ring
Move out of my way, let me do my thing
Let me do my thing, I'mma do my thing

[Mike]
Friction lock rivet
Goonish as all fuck, prudent to all stunts
Proving the laws of logarithm like the wag of a dog's tail
Bark back, woof! Light the rag on your cocktail
SPart that, champ on that slang chop
Chump on that chomp rap, probably a stomp sack
Man, give me my prop back
Hold your tooth to my non dap, I ain't no Diddy boy
That Beni know we go scrimp dance
Dougie, don't stop that!
Senor Frreal Z three R zero
None other, who's cooler, hula-hooping through bank zeroes
Hewlett packing, loogie yacking on Don Hero's
Bomb appearance, nights in Paris, raw dogging cross limos
Toss demos, snot rockets blow up the sub-labels
Long tables, calling shots on a crowd potato
The slang mongrel with fanged tonsils
We slay goblins gangly gang violent
Wrangling fake monsters

[POS]
What's up? No kings, No love for your made up things
In the paint but it ain't no game on the wall with a little complaint
Leave that stain, weave through cities dodging rain
No thing but an open door, it's yours
No lie but you've got to get dirty man fix your pride
We some preach them real, reach them, steal them from low ideals type dudes
With a stepped up set of skills and an ick style so kill that wills update daily
No frills or pilled up babies
No posture phony just rock solid un-fuck-with-able dropped knowledge
No love for the bull horns give them
Throns get them in, swarm, let me make friends with a storm
Buddy up get close to the war
Insides out, no love for the boring
Naw, bored, and I bet the hearts off beating
Under hardwood flooring, poor man's Poe