Lyrics:

(feat. John-John)



[Intro / Chorus: John-John: repeat 2X]

Turn up the boombox, put on your hightops

Come on outside, today's gon' be the day we

Start livin in the new worrrld



[Black Thought]

Yo, they got high-powered lenses on the cameras outside

It ain't nowhere to run it ain't hardly nowhere to hide

They hear you when you whisperin so try to keep quiet

You don't even realize that youse a twinkle in the all, seein eye

From the time you in the bar gettin high

To havin conversations on your phone through the wire

You can drive but it's definitely footage of your ride

Livin in this day and time, it's a funny kind of vibe

From the corners of the ceiling feel its eyes in back of me

I couldn't tell you why I think they constantly after me

Maybe it's cause the news put it to me so graphically

How niggaz don't obey no laws, not even gravity boy

No benefit of doubt he had to be from

He from the corner where they known to get they casualty on

Another day another scene to perform, spotlight him on Friday

Come and lock him up Saturday morn, c'mon



[Chorus]