Lyrics:
started out in the Golden State
California, where I was born and raised
I used to play the drum in my younger days
I just hit that beat any way I can
of a Hotti
Hey Hotti
Come on yeah
Don't too many fellas turn her on
But if you're kicking the funkies
Then her word is born
Its best to blend in with
your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't
who's by your side
With his head up and his hood down
So he blends in with the whole crowd
And he moves quickly with no sound
Templars are gonna go down
the streets around us
They ain't gon' take us down
In this war, a lonely lantern
Heart bitten by the frost, can't feel the heat
Windy nights won't see us
I was born in the congo
I walked to the fertile crescent and built
the sphinx
I designed a pyramid so tough that a star
that only glows every one
They say prepare for the worst of it
Arm in a tourniquet
If you don't want war
Why you kicking' a hornet nest
Prepare for the iron helm
Angel
when first I held
The wheel in my own hands
I took the helm so eagerly
And sailed for distant lands
But now the sea's too heavy
And I just...I just
wouldn't even have caused him that
I hum to Allah, I'm wanted by far, and he disinfected that
So long I been known, don't think its the law in the loves
We crawl, we walk, then we limp by the rules
Tiptoeing through life while we die
Here we are womb to tomb
At the helm of our own doom
Why the hell?
broke die rich
I had to change my lane
Most of these niggas out here faking And they live a lie
I'm in Chicago we can show you
That these killers die
We
(Now we're cooking)
(Now we're cooking)
Now we're cooking
The proof is in the pudding
Everybody's looking
They're jumping to their feet because
of freedom|I'm lashed helpless to the mast||Remembering when first I held|The wheel in my own hands|I took the helm so eagerly|And sailed for distant lands|But now
you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't stand it, so what do you say
Too $hort can't rap, no
in your head
We all have a mindshaft, we do
A system of unknowns
And he's at the helm
He works the ropes and pulleys
Cranking away
What if, what if,
practices, known with full name as Henry Junior Ogar also a Canadian - Nigerian musician and scientist. Currently signed to Blue Pie Records. Born C.12 BC in
practices, known with full name as Henry Junior Ogar also a Canadian - Nigerian musician and scientist. Currently signed to Blue Pie Records. Born C.12 BC in
Self made
Gotta handle your own
I'mma handle mine
They tried and tell me I don't fit up in this motha fucka
'Cause Rozay been talkin' white he
you'll let go
You won't
In this throne, you see power
But it's a prison
Try to keep it straight
I done stayed inside for days
Trapped inside these 808's
adamu, defacto
Death sever at the helm of an exacto
Im divine, i came from the sky
Now fuckin all your woman n drinkin all ir wine
Ur a servent by design
house in order
For you see it's finito!
This family business
Don't be suspicious
Wit better slide
You know The Father, Son
Holy Spirit that live inside
but we staying strong through these deadly days
Ducking strays tryna keep our family up out the grave
Deep in Chicago there's people dying at rapid
don't even know my brothers name
Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago
He rides through town in an Eldorado
Maldo black, real white so I'm lookin
And I
I was born in the USA
Born on the south side of Chicago town
And on warm summer nights we would all gather 'round
Away from Irish parents eyes
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