Mr. Lif - Because They Made It That Way [Original Video With High Sound Quality]

Album: Sleepyheads: Unreleased and Hard To Find (2003) and The Razor (2004) by The Perceptionists Lyrics: It started with two turn tables and a mic Lightning strike, electricity MC rip rhymes DJ cut the wax viciously The combo, maliciously brought, ingenious and precise Mad nice, soon to be subject to mad heists Niggas talkin bout they bought mad ice, livin the mad sheist In the battle of art versus trends Poetry ends when money contends the recipe blends and becomes diluted Polluted in fact, but check whos been recruited Intact with rhymes for your mind Everydays a struggle ’cause society frames you But raise your head and walk with pride because i came to... [KRS-One sample x2] “Make It Better“ The only place I can find justice is deep inside of these lines That i designed to explain situations of the times People in general are targets of big money markets And are all disposable unless you come ready to work Fully posable with suit and tie Ready to buy into the bullshit images Of people claiming that money is what there religion is Filthy females that are visionless And foes that are precisionless Let me be your mind’s eye and vision this Rise above, your power is limitless The ghetto’s designed to leave you spiritless Living from day to day dodging AK spray Niggas doing anything for pay In streets that spite the light of day The fallen gods been led astray I must retaliate “Why?“ Because they made it that way “Word“ Fully educated rhyme spray My way is to give you something to cling to So you can survive dillemas that you live through Then exist through your light Find More lyrics at And focus on being in search of what’s real Instead of just relying on the steel. “Make It Better“ “Remember?“ “Make It Better“ Check it, This is the new lyrical selection Red, black, and green protection Motivation and pride connection Moving the focus of your perception away from nice cars with fuel injection The lesson is often taught, but never heard Leaving your vision forever blurred Killing for wealth in a world thats absurd, with hate in killing the fate Delivered by your villian(?) Fucked up from skunk and malt liquor and now he’s illin’ ’cause he hasn’t had a meal in three days Chop your neck in three ways, common occurences these days Soon to be locked in a cell for raising hell Looking back upon his life wondering where he fell But martyrs tell of many uncivil nights While battleing for civil rights Niggas die ’cause ignorance plights And ignorance fights progress In all shapes and types By blocking the lights of success from niggas sights So one nigga snipes his brotha who he claimed he never likes And snatches his adiddas and nikes So I drop knowledge on mics until apocalypse strikes Atomic blast blowing niggas off dirtbikes I mold the soil into dirt spikes And jump straight from the top of the chart And drive ’em through the devil’s heart Its time to revolt and restart And live our lives from the heart And bring this music back to the art, rip it apart. [scratched x3] “Remember?“ & “Make It Better“ [scratches and fades]