Lyrics:
I inherit enternal flame
Passion from a tribal drum that pumps my veins
No mapping grids, or GPS can find this
Synchronistic, rhythmic, that's not
the economy stimulation
With Bible verses forsaken
And tribal authorization
We marchin' as we awaken the
Mobsters across the nation
Ask doubles next to ride
And the tribal chief
The head of the table
We're not interested in that no no
I'm the tribal chief
You not in the lead
Bow down to my feet
You don't
featuring Common Dug Infinite
"We skate on suckers who perpetrate
And lay down law from state to state" > Run D.M.C.
(repeat 4X)
or taking out loans
You went to the press and then cried to the hosts
Of CNBC, Wall Street Journal, Bloomberg and S3
And when you still weren't green
Got
I'm bad at law, I'm bad at law, I'm good at other things but I'm really bad at law
Judge Learned Hand is shaking his learned head and applying his
featuring Common Dug Infinite
"We skate on suckers who perpetrate
And lay down law from state to state" Run D.M.C.
(repeat 4X)
Check
featuring Common Dug Infinite
"We skate on suckers who perpetrate
And lay down law from state to state" > Run D.M.C.
(repeat 4X)
cameras set up on no man's borders
They're not for law and order, they're Lucifer's camcorders
Politicians they're not concord borders they're using
or taking out loans
You went to the press and then cried to the hosts
Of CNBC, Wall Street Journal, Bloomberg and S3
And when you still weren't green
Got
things
And I've escaped
The mindless maze
To higher planes
Through time and space
I vibrate
And it's fucking mesmerizing
Let's light the flame
In tribal
I call di shots, create all di laws
Looking back ma life was really filled with flaws
Moving in di fast lane wid no time to pause
Now ma wife inna
them sail across the sea uphold tribal law and harmony
The great spirit guiding me seek peace within the new frontier
Don’t throw caution
As you are busy speaking through your nose
Mono mono mono
If you don't understand your language
Don't bear your tribal name
Ele who are you now
The answer
(Yeah)
I can't think straight, I cut off my circle (Snip it)
They just copy, paste, yeah right out my journal (Like this)
I just need my space, I'm
cook
Back den man I coulda just cheffed him
Kick back with a spliff and notebook journal entries
Made love on quilted seats
Plus the whip scented Creed
fly that I defy the laws of physics
I ain't think it was possible for a
Check to have this many digit's
Mathematically exquisite
Am I cocky just
One two
Comin for you
Yo yo yo
Last night, I didn't know what to write
So I broke my pen in half, in a violent rage
Opened my journal, then
England
Sealed in a leather canister, the aged script was accompanied
By an ornate bronze key of unknown origin
The author of the journal remains
tribal
It's all about survival, it's nobody liable
I got caught by five oh
Grandmama came to court with her Bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now I'm
who do the law (Law)
Na who kill the law (Law)
Who people go ask (Law)
Na who dem go call (Law)
I been dey my own (Dey my own)
Shey make I do like I no
Would've been illegal if another man tried
But you got these faces in your pockets for the ride
Non tribal leaders for a tribal population
For whatever
shit is tribal
Got my 45 not talking bout Michael
Feel like the goat I just won a title
In the party and I fuck it up
Turn up with the gang got my
niggas get tribal
It's all about survival, nobody liable
I got caught by Five-0
Grandmama came to court with her bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now
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