Lyrics:
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Matter fact n***a better bring a gas mask
I be blowing pressure by the Glad Bag
Real life smoke turn ya chest into a hashtag
Head cold got the city vibe
on it, I'm on the
(yeah, yeah)
He on the X, got a cliff on it (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I tune this out with a big body
(yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I’ma live by the shit
got into me
I know that these niggas
They envy me
But Aint nun of them niggas
No kin to me
I bust at they head like he Kennedy
He live by
wanna live so
I dedicated everything
To this music
So that I could go get anything
That I wanted
And I wanna be a fucking king
Like royalty, is the way
of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three, making us free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope
head makes a soft ass
And never spoilt, feel me? word up
[Hook]
[Hell Razah]
We spend our lives in the ghetto
Enslaved by the plague of the devil
In
our melanin bruise
How we live and die
Is Neva by the same rules
Hard 2 explain 2 your heir & kin
Getting slain 4 your skin
When your worth is within
we're on a jaunt
So just sit down and you will see
You'll never have the talent of a fiend like me
One maca two maca three macarena
Your heads bitten by
They told me drop the book, and the pen and the mic fuck what you dislike
Whether I'm wrong I'm expressing myself with what feels right
Live by your
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
Maybe the reigning king should have took notes
But instead he chose to take lives of innocent infants
When he found out the supposed bad news of the good
dined with kings and queens
This American Dream is oh so lovely
One love to the ones above me
Put something in the air tonight
Blunts up to the fallen
reflect and they say I'm a Holy Rolla
Actin' out in your flesh, man ya better hold up
Make it through the test and walk by faith and don't you fold up.
Live
me
I'm tougher, than concrete
Hear it in the way that I breathe, that I sing
Surrounded by kings and queens and IV's
Six letter word I don't know
wanted’s to be considered equal
But just existing makes me considered lethal
& you can’t run from all the deliberate evil
Where the hell did Dr. King’s
Tanap! My respect to the King/
Debout! All man must wakeup! Remove your hat for my King/
You di live for ma body, oh Papa chop for ya sabi/
You di call me
have had enough
From Minneapolis
To me in the capitol this imperial city
We are burning shit down
Done with old head stiffs handing out petitions
I've been marked by my maker, a peculiar display
The high and lofty they see me as weak
'Cause I won't live and die for the power they seek
There was
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
make me cum
Put a price on my head won't make me run
Try to kill me but it can't be done
Cause my words gon' live forever
You put two and two together
yeah wait look
Who live inside your head? telling you what to do
I'm inside the sky and I swim in the pool
Listen to them and they'll tell you what to do
children's lives to shit
But the kings desiring peace
Rid themselves of jewels and pearls
Into the fires of
Orpheus in the Underworld
There was
At a Churches Chicken with a chicken head itching for cock like the chicken pox
Silly hoes my life gold yall live glitter
Really though yo beefs old
I like
now, and to my Queen I live and I stand devout, by the Axe-Head's Feel, and my Arrow's Clasp , a King that lives and seeks to reclaim at last
I cast off
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