[Chorus 2X: Makeba Mooncycle] What's the meaning of life to you (what's going on out there?) All the people that died for you (what's going on in here?) Sacrificed and pull you through (what's going round here?) What's the meaning of life, life, life?
[Makeba Mooncycle] I can't bore you with the same mental slavery, preach ya teach Because that shit didn't save me I'm just vibing, chilling like the next man Trying to eat and do the best that I can On my own for a long time, I been around and seen alot in a short time But people grimey, asking sometimey Acting like they don't know, where to find me So what the hell I do my own thing, anyway Stay on my own path, won't get in your way I got my own shine, plus my own rhymes And I gets buckwild, with my own style Don't test the vocalist, get your mic pressed Lay around and test, leave the place wet If you need my help, you know where to find me Queens to Brooklyn, you love the climate
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[Makeba Mooncyle] So what you think? Life is a game Always reminded and sometimes get stained To ourself, yes, we're empty inside Bet the streets can't wait to override You giving out crazy, it's just more to bear They're more aware, they get intense with the stare A bloodline is thickening, from all the blood trickling I shoot the fair one, in the club or in the streets I never give beef, cuz I, walk descrete I carry myself, so people don't erect me They secretly protest me, better than the best be Some people say, Makeba has no feelings Always with the kids, and up to dirty dealings But I hush the crowd like your honor Retain information like your hand palmer I'm the one whose a partner, like
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[Makeba Mooncycle] What you giving, surely ain't taken If it's me, you're mistaken, you'll get your life taken Never live to nothing, cuz I don't know nothing Seen a, whole lot of something, but I ain't saying nothing Set off any crowd like a, chain reaction While you stacking, I be packing while others fall slacking More money, more murder, more problems, but the brothers had to rob him Like Don King, I'm living the American dream The never ending quest, to stack mad cream Surviving any climate, violent or non violent But you got the right to remain silent I'd rather be a tyrant, or rocking MC's Constantly, every microphone's dream Roll with a tight team, that know the meaning of cream Got love for the babies, and the thugs acting crazy
