Then It Hits
It all starts with this
Everything is calm
But then
But then

Then it hits me, the whole beat hits me, So I hit a lotta harder cause I’m tryna be a part of where the hits be

Speaking of can someone tell me where the hits be?, yo Khaled can I get a couple keys please, put the whole damn game on a deep freeze, no reprieve, cause I believe
The whole game is slack, they got time for that, but no time for rap, the billboard a trap and I don’t mean trap like yeh yeh skrrrt yeh yeh yah! I’m talking chained in a cage, in a rage, mothafucka's yelling out of the bitch like arrrggh, is how I feel in the field I digress it's a mess matter fact let me put that on pause

People don’t feel real so I conceal the feelings in my chest yes. So I go and rap my pain to stay sane, I give it all the best blessed

It's a hard life it ain’t pretty, I’m making friends with all the demons fuckin with me
Its becoming my nature to tear down skyscrapers and take over cities cause

Cause it hit me, the whole world hit me
So I hit a lot harder cause my momma didn't labor for a bitch see

Growing conscience as I swim along a deep sea, drown under wet sheets and then repeat, just to walk streets, just to act right, just to act like, I don’t blast mics chilling under stage lights, to shine bright, through these hard nights, through hard daze amazed by intricate ways that people play these games, with no shame, or aim or claim to anything that could be really true, but just like an addict it's abuse what I use till I lose and mothafuckas I will never be you
But what can I say people gon do what they mind choose man
Man it hit me, whole universe hit me
But I ain’t hit back, yet
Said it hit me, whole universe hit me, but I ain’t hit back yet

[Refrain]

But I ain't hit back yet
But I ain't hit back yet
But I ain't hit back yet
But I ain't hit back yet
But I ain't hit back yet
But I ain't hit back yet
Now it's time to hit back so get set

L/One god, why the fuck I feel alone God, blow up spots to get hot, but the journey got me feeling I was made odd, and if that's the case, what is this race, I'm outta place, yet set to place, to earn your grace in sacred space, cement my place, or wake up to a cruel facade. Do you feel me, shit do you know me, know I'd like a queen to hold me, least I got the homies, a lot different from the old me, but in some ways still the same, gotta look in the mirror again, make more change, despite the pain, no more games

[Refrain]

Nah I ain't finished, skilled in the field cause I'm winning on the scrimmage, for my image, off the hinges, door left ajar, red on the litmus, try to leave no scars, but it's hard. Living on a world built base, forced to find balance in another beings face, hard to set pace to keep your world from disgrace and so easy to let it burn. So as Earth churns, I wonder if us humans fit to make it, fit to stand before God no longer naked, clothed in truth and can say that "I am awake bitch" lock eyes with The God no fakeshit, and the universe knows we've learned, and if not and we fuck up the shot, well, I hope we get what we earned

[Refrain] [Alteration]

‘cause we ain't hit back...yet
‘cause we ain't hit back...yet
‘cause we ain't hit back...yet
‘cause we ain't hit back...yet
‘cause we ain't hit back...yet
‘cause we ain't hit back...yet
Now it's time we hit back...so get set