Lyrics:
we can stop pretendin' that I'm mental
Like all the shit we witnessed be happenin' coincidental
See back in '98 when I dropped the first Extinction
Music on the radio
For my song was silenced many years ago
I can see my grandma sittin' on
The front porch with a churn
Her face was brown and wrinkled
And I'm back up on shorty with the hourglass cut
We got mountains and we gon' have a smokefest son
c'mon, feel like Vegas, we bringin home used paper
And I'm back up on shorty with the hourglass cut
We got mountains and we gon' have a smokefest son
c'mon, feel like Vegas, we bringin home used paper
All things are made new when you submit to the King
I have a dream to see God pleased
So got an AR 15 with them laser beams
I got to be killing sin
Medusa's curse I been hard when facin admeasurable odds
I clearly evolve like Bibby when Webber was Gone
The jewels keep me cool when the weather is warm
I found a new religion yesterday; I'd just cleared immigration; JFK.
A priest got in a cadillac; the shoe shine boy sang gospel,
As God and his
2018, I got touch
By the hand of God, so they can't say I'm out of touch
Do not need to get cut to be covered in blood
Try to tell him, but at first,
and she was shot dead
Why?
Because she is a Black woman in a hooded and crooked America
Huh?
Do you see a pattern here, huh?
Does shit even matter here,
letters under candle, delivered by camel
Layin in a dug-out channel's kinda hard to handle
So I say a little prayer to my maker in this blood filled place
lyin' on the gurney
Thinkin' how I'ma die early
Never thought that I'd see thirty
Oh, the journey, had to fuckin' earn it
I go back in time when I was
to deal with the pain"
(My nigga Ray Luv, when'd you get up out the pen, man?)
[ Ray Luv ]
June 2nd '93 I returned to the streets
Did 2 months in
the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my
superior and
One inferior when, in fact
We know that all the early men the people
Who created civilization and every aspect
Of what we see today,
I ain't your regular rapper who
Just be talking shit
Listen to it a lil' closer
Hear the gospel in it
How I maneuver through the
Studio is hallelujah
class, first ballot hall-of-famer,
Some rappers claim that they got a heart full of anger,
How when your lyrics weren't written by a stranger,
Fool I
and the place was swinging
To gospel music by nine
Group after group appeared on the stage
And Sally just sat there crying
She bit her nails, looking pretty
dad and son talks are like
'Cause I related to the struggles of young America
When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles
Now they're
of like
Whoever had strife
Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like
'Cause I related to the struggles of young America
When their f- parents were
jokes
Say I'm not black cus I rep with white folks
MAN PLEASE!
I hear the hate in your voice when you say it
So I'ma keep makin music for whoever wants
Christians been in Africa way before Europe (True)
I encourage you to look at facts
We see Philip bring the gospel to an African
That's in the 8th Chapter
VERSE 1 - El Gant
When I'm walking on the scene
Like Akeem The African Dream, mean
Fuck your life and sipping lean
I been in the hole like I
a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.
only time that I ghost wait
Give God all the praise He the most high
Whole squad whip fresh to death this a ghost ride
Walk by faith not sight might go
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