[Intro]
When we zip energy in the form of mind our selfs,
a welfare or a natural thing deeper in the cup of tea
when gathering knowledges across our seas
in the book we imagine, in the mind we picture
in the human beings we adaptor for this mature to become One
in the natures we don't belong, but in duty we strife to be as none


[Hook]
blow that cup, blow that cop
blow that cup, blow that cop

[V1]
uppercut a snitch, shoot at the po-lice
digging the stereotype underneath ditches
figuring how become rich, in a able life
following the road down the fable, to my quest to wifes
come on to me, tell me do you like to keep ur rights
cuff them now, when you shoot at the po-lice
never polite i be asking them out, it ain't thugs life
pull me now, i don't drag with ya if you don't like
give it away, xmas feelings varying from me to day
birth of any person dying for me and i
a holy hole in the wall, when they spray taggings and names
i enter my screwings with applaudes and none fame
holla when you see they do the same, the game
is the aim, when i came, they all went diffrent ways
frighten for the adventure i bringing, the advantage of no birds singing
no happy ending with joyfull phonies talking more then bees to honey
and transfer the message for free, that's translated to currency
and never let us go, so drink ur cup and blow that insanity up

[Hook]
blow that cup, blow that cop
blow that cup, blow that cop

[V2]
can't eat with debaters, playahating at our stage
money making out of debts taken from our rage
anger when i hate, dangerous when i rate
politicians got no game, until the sour comes naturally
and i go with all my arms to the grave
with all our power, we will keep struggling safe to upon the dome
we be kings when it's on, it's all over when soliders in the ring
time to battle, get ur ruffnecks out of imagine
in to the cattle, cooking with recipes to in gauge positions
in the underworld of gravler, strictly and possessed of gathering
more money to the state of our minds, when acts are blinding
doing things never in the picture of free in a good life
but collect knowledge in our lockers in the hood life
i building on a weapon soo fatal for anyone who scarred to our steps
in the never ending debt, to make this "Trying Hard Under God" innocent
eat the cake to that cup of knowledge, when i leaving from the edges
to hit you right back on the stages, with words so informal you start shaking
to more then the beat of this tracks, to our description of "raving a heart"
when the crows fly over the trees in the shadow of our cups

[Hook]
when we drinking the cups, you could drink out of it
blow that cup, blow that cop
blow that cup, blow that cop