Lyrics:
They in the back of my head my ancestors talking to me
Trying to hear what they said
Hold up, all of my leaders are dead
So I salute them For all
White sands stretched out as far as the eye can see
Found buried by the sea
The heat of Allah son will crack through Antarctica
We ride blue whales, you
in plain view
Today's new woke up feeling grateful
You get what you give and you make due
Don't get discouraged I know you're meant to flourish
Through
All my friends are dead cuz they suicided or died in battle
We've been at war since the hood and then we switched to camo
We hump like camels into
and even my
Image
My disciples are not even given my pictures
The Savants secretly leak some of my scriptures
But are squashed soon as they're seen by
Boundaries of musical genres are dead?
MGK: I would say that
The traditional boundaries
Are dead, but back when they weren't
I was still doing music and I
our chains dangle (yeah)
And before the theatre in my crib, it was plain cable (mm)
Oh, are you lame, ain't you? (Yeah)
And if you lame, you stay
a miracle"
And I say a miracle cause this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah
Mr. Soul
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
Oh glorious day
Godspeed, got speed
Focusing on things to be me
U m r double a n, S y e d
In Sha Allah, best you'll ever see
It was through calamity
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my
wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my
down to play with my children
Now I got bands, I'm playin' with millions
But, I can't lie and say, "I don't miss you"
Knowin' the I'm Him album
pray for the ones who are missing
For the ones who are missing
Rum-pum-pum-pum, drummer boy come
Gun a boy down and then leave him for dead
Pour
the afterlife, it's crowded in the cosmos
Only God knows, in my physical dwells Allah's ghost
Many mortals embody the spirit of diablo's
Of all the plagues in
under because of his hunger
This game is risky
If a nigga slips six deep
Will these niggaz really miss me
Dead partners too soon
All these
a child in a walker
I scored from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp
I slice the mic from the cord
First they criticize
But now
of the "Oh, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in
blind us
Define where the lines are
Do not let your silence imply you're alright with the type of agenda they try to prescribe us
Admire, inspired by
And that's how I know the opps dem dead
Do anyhow, pay him a visit with lead
BESTINTHEGAME, I dey big up myself
Copy no one, I set the new trends
Gone are
The Neighbours n' The Brave
But the best thing is I have 'em, have 'em in empty PS3 cases n' wrote the album
Names on the cases with sharpie, got 'em sorted by
Jungle gym obstacle you get locked
You get dead or end up in the hospital
Dapper Dan, Gucci, Valore shit and more shit
Both hands is numb as fuck
Bagging
by any means
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets
But I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just
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