Lyrics:
(Dave Bring The Flux)
You can take that shit but i'll take it back you can't play with the Mafia
If i had to show POV you gone see how we do that
the last
Of a dyin' pack of lions, nightmares of the cast
Thorough bread survivin', you know (Queens in the house)
Welcome home Ronny Bumps, and love
an impeccable back
In the whole of St james's
The smartest of names is
The name of this Brummell of Cats
And we're all of us proud to
Be nodded or bowed to
By
Dopeboy Shìt
Air Force ones and Black or White Tee
I got these niggas tryna b like me can't b like me if Yeen come from the streets
I had a lion ran it up
the Decatur streets
Laid back in these ostrich seats
I'm in the hood makin' deals on the cell phone
Peakin' at that ass crack bustin' out that lil' thong
, fight back
Even against the police, the people is ready to strike back, like that
Leavin' us dead in the streets, the people are heated, strike match,
As a nappy but clean flapjack
Slipping on the shiny white backs of the back pack
A princess a jock a brain a freak
Now I'm a fucking rebel I'm a little
you're hoping
For that so sit back
Listen to rap
Expect the best
Select the rest
Never stressed
Obfuscated
The lion's at the gate
A roar and harsh
Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteeing
New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee
When he died, niggas shouted out "Tha-thank you, Jesus"
back
In WHITE AMERICA!
How can we run the same race
But you plotting on us to fail
In WHITE AMERICA!
Cuz in the land of the free
We’re nothing but
Me kill yuh
One
By
One
JAH
Me hail
RasTafari
Come back on a Lion
And you sight him in d sky
Den he touch down with the lightning
And the brimstone
Me kill yuh
One
By
One
JAH
Me hail
RasTafari
Come back on a Lion
And you sight him in d sky
Den he touch down with the lightning
And the brimstone
I have been white washed
There’s nothing but the blood on me
Nothing but blood on me
Nothing but blood on me
Yeah I have been white washed
You can
feeling so high
Man Im bout to cry
Stay way up God by my side
Call me a lion how I got my pride (uh)
Call me a lion
Cuz I got my pride
The devil Im popping
on the Bacardi
Stumbling down the street, hollering out where is the party
White tee, fitted cap to the back, I do that
I grind on these niggas, hard spit on the 2
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
block but I'm too smart for the heat
See that same DT cruiser was there parked on my street
I knew getting bopped at the trestles would come back to haunt
become their lives.
The television has so dampened people's anger.
The population is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where
fryin'
The family's behind you if you're worthy
Philosophies developed deep in the back streets of dirty Jersey
Troops with scully hats and Timberland
the lion in the jungle
Say na we dey run the streets
Give dem running give dem running
Cause I no know what to say
All I give dem with the rhythm make they
or huckster of belief
Making too much of a life so mercifully brief?
So I stride down sunny streets and the band plays back my song
They're applauding
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
lemme tell you what you missed
Jesus was'nt white like the lion devil told you
He's the same devil that brought you from africa and sold you!
Made you
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
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