2Planets mixtape legacy presented by dIGIHIRO

Hitman feat Mr Brown

Heavy Rotation

Spinning feat Keni Stevens

She Crazy

I Dont (Freestlye) 2Planets

Legends

Underdog

The Mission

Throw Your Hands Up feat L. Camz

Last song by T. Amore produced by the Crosflow/6th Floor connection concept, all vocals and lyrics by T. Amore

Video by EATS media here: http://youtu.be/XL0jG7iV3aI 

Is it time to give it up?
Is it time to throw it away?
'Cause when we give a fuck
They make you feel like The S.L.A.V.E

Call it survival of the fittest, a sick resort
If we're only singing when we're winning then who picks the sport
We thought we fought the good fight 'cause we're British, coming up short
But spirit diminishes to just talk
The folk in the middle of the road is always getting closer
We walk to it like we know the rat race is over
The facts are supposed to show us that we gotta chance
At first glance to last dance future or the past
Tasks are set to let chosen few make it happen
The rest of the demographic left static, crum scrapping
Whether we're rapping, running, cunning, punching out of the box we come in
They summoned us to follow luck, surrender trust for nothing
But something's gotta give and I'm nothing like a charity
It's sad to see, talent won't carry me but family will
But still I feel I gotta sit in solitude
And pick my own skill and not what the system wants me to

Call it survival of the fittest if you hate or love it
Wanted to be fit in rap but weren't picked for that so I'd say I'm stubborn
That's a fact come push or shoving, feel I'm trapped in dirt and mud and
Even mental crap I'm stuck in, seems like people chatting 'cuff him'
I blame the parents, more so the pops for my short comings
Genetics staring at a clock saying these words are cutting
No luck in making it in a foreign country
And no giving up in doing it by yourself but seems fucked to me
Dad was fit at stubborn meaning drubbings to all relationships
Sons, brothers and my mother got me thinking he never gave me shit
And that's not true but I'm through caring about about it
Too stubborn to care about it, just like him and is that fair? I doubt it
I'd shout it from the rooftops if it would make a difference
My stubborn got me through depression and a short existence
So keep your distance, my persistence makes the knockers pay
Be careful what you wish, to insist to see what the system locks away

Call it survival of the fittest, maybe nothing's changed
Apart from tricking the man letting him think that we're quitting really merely switching the game
Flicking the page, kicking the cage doors down in a rage
Making more out of a small wage
In an age we're still socially and racially profiled
Conspiracy is clear to me I fear it's making me go wild
With no smile our choices are limited
Say we're living in denial and can't win, like we give a shit
De je vu, start a new, we find it hard to
But, it's unacceptable for me to sit and argue
What game on their short list I'm allowed to be fit to train in
Living the life, getting your mind right is more than maintaining
My team's frustrating, hasn't won in a while and I'm hating
But don't wanna let you down, responsibility taken
So victims one day spit in the face of the man's arrogance
The system locks away visions of empowerment

The S.L.A.V.E.

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