Lyrics:
Family lineage whether Dene, Cree
Or Hungarian history passed down in reverie
Along with an ancient imperial rite of severing
Of severing
World wars
I'm energized you can't take me off the charger
Never change up on my people or my roster
Raised Akata but the lineage from Ghana
I love my mother
ground advantage
Imma bout to do it for my lineage
Bookmarked, yeah her and I are on the same page
Gotta showcase like I'm on stage
I'm about to lay you
I've raised the name to heights that were formally unknown
I carry on my lineage I sit upon my Throne
Me and my Dogs roll back to back drankin' them
shackles, these shackles
Somewhere down the lineage
We pick up some little things
Don't call me crazy
Call me crazy again
Don't call me crazy crazy again
on the top of the pyramids
Pictures of me and all of my affiliates
We lit phillies like idiots, kill a lineage
Let them know what it really is
Niggas is
Patrician quartette of us,
We can feel extremely proud,
Our ancient lineage we trace
Back to the cradle of the Race
Before those beastly Roman bowmen
and encased, In a mother daughter embrace
A deep and tender space, A feminine bond is our base
I'm binded to you by blood, Maternal lineage in our veins
And in
on a chick that wеnt
To school up at LACES
It used to be Pasteur, my lineage that pure
LA native niggas slide thru the back door
No pat down, playin
Patrician quartette of us,
We can feel extremely proud,
Our ancient lineage we trace
Back to the cradle of the Race
Before those beastly Roman bowmen
Patrician quartette of us,
We can feel extremely proud,
Our ancient lineage we trace
Back to the cradle of the Race
Before those beastly Roman bowmen
ramen in tenements
Yeah yeah
Cant pass you a stack you not in my lineage
Yeah yeah
All we do is get paper
All we do is get paper
You gotta hear it
lineage
Everyday me rise im winning
Income passive my line keep ticking
I could ride this wave or I might just dip in
And Midas tip it
Yeah I like these
ones that tried to hide your lineage
Young world
Young world, young world, young world
World, world, world, world, world
World, young world-world
a day where I'm to hot
Don't need a drink or these bubbles go over the pot and make a nigga pop
Oh shit I know Moheagon did not say he from the lineage
Lo, how a rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung
Of Jesse's lineage coming
By faithful prophets sung
It came a floweret bright
Amid the cold
manifestations.
Ways of ancient
Mesopotamians.
Epic of Gilgamesh,
Abrahamic lineage.
Shemetic
Zionist of the golden land,
embedded
to finding the Holy Grail.
on my flesh.
Plunge into my BlueWine,
Taste this liquor,
Lineage of my Blue Blood,
Virtue of the noble grapes.
This make-up on your white skin,
Masks your
lineage, designed for us to be indifferent
My success is the product of the same system that let off Darren Wilson, guilty
We want to dress like, walk
inherit
Ambition is warm
Like my fast
Approaching grave
Seal of Fortuna
Lay broken and torn
Dissent lies in the lineage of man
Those who came before me
at the park
join the club trauma ridden
cold dark showers end my lineage
dreaming of the floor
interviews in your head been taking care of you more
activities were fully
Blown to the capacity to the max we witness the supernatural act
Together how giants spread through the map try to destroy the
Lineage
days and 40 nights wicked was flushed
Beneath the earth crust waters gushed from the sky
Bottom waters touched that was a preserving for us
Lineage
all
The lineage of Ishmal and the house of David
They're swimming in oil and drowning in hatred
Idols of power are hollow and empty
If this madness
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