Lyrics:
Super Rhymes, I'm 22
I'm gonna be 100 before I'm through
Because no, I didn't come from the planet Earth
Planet Rhymeon is my place of birth
From
God
And the Black woman gave birth to the Black man
You can imagine what she is
uh-yeah
Glory, man a kill fi di glory uh-yeah yeah
Inna di name of glory
Ama ama star from birth inuh bununuh
From mi a follow my mother
Go a church inuh
If I had my way
If I had my way
If I had my way
I would tear this building down
Well you read about Samson, oh from his birth
He was
The bible's a collection of 24 books
With insight into man and how G-d looks
At world thru his lens, he's the who gave birth (to)
Basic Instructions
man
Victim of religions killing hand
Buried in the desert sand
Minds are brainwashed from their birth
To serve Gods will down here on earth
This man sitting at the wayside
Jesus is passing by
He was blind from birth
This man sitting by the wayside
The disciples questioning why
Who is
knew i'd be great from my birth
And now I can show them the weight of my worth
By working and grinding by making a verse
On my spare time while i'm
comes to say
The world shall soon be bliss
Today is the day
The Renaissance is here
The birth of the man
The Renaissance is here
Rebirth of a man
The new
demo abuse
Getting raped and giving birth to a tape
Cause there's no escape from the clutches of a hawker
Attached to my success, sent like a stalker
From a cosmic birth
To the first life on the Earth
Crawled from the sea, onto land
And into the trees
Stood upright, became more tame
We learned
turn South
Universally speaking my truth to the Earth
From my birth 'til they rolling my hearse out
Wind blow
Through my window
But the universe it has
off the hidden vine
Sand hills like sandstone of a stone mason from a distant land
Ema pop and ahki out top riding down out by the Kingstree
Cried
A massive glacial wall
Cemented by the ageless fear
Reaching high in an empty sky
Shadowing and stifling the earth
Arrogant pile of certainty
Destined to ride with the call from birth
The true worth of a man, is not measured by what he does for hiself but
What he does for someone else
And if you
down for their stacks and sacks
For the mic, used to trife with the mass and gats
Do or die to survive from my time of birth
Then I'm out for gettin'
change
In an age where the art justifies intellects
My campaign strives to re-elect the man who got struck by the bow and arrow
You're at yours to truly
and pray for Becky
White woman gave birth to two black sons
Pray for Becky
Her one-room shack fell to the ground
The two boys killed a man
And had to leave
tenders, keep us in debts
WIC checks, drugs, safe sex, birth control threats
The original is artificial, seed is fruits
Nuclear missiles, launched by
flex you a goon!
A cuda pon di highway we a wave up e K still a beat it through di sunroof!
Man bad from birth if u diss mi a dirt check e graveyard if u
wouldn't I?
Says negro on my birth certificate
Born in 1960 in a nation
Throughout / I've been a spokesperson
For a generation
Within the same ol fear
2nd, he was almost a sag, baby
Yeah, my son birth I aint make it
But I blame him, cause he was just impatient
Man, that shit barred, God was in that
motherfucking money
But then when it comes from your brother, your sister, your mother, your father
That shit hurts you to the core man
When they start acting
Now they peepin' how a nigga climb on the chart
Ain't fear in my heart, I represent it from the start
Deep, my momma raised me as a g from birth
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