Lyrics:
Laying flat he gave me the power
To break generational curses
Where I sign my name at the genesis
Of my lineage to get wealth
Yes, I carry that
I am where
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
the clash, and you let 'em hash it out
But stay passive, so if they crash you got a fasten belt (huh)
Lord bless my lineage, let me be the skinniest
Let me
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
shift youth
The slave ship captured
Our diaspora, is the final chapter
The ancestral lineage built pyramids
Americas first immigrant
The Kings sons
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
bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Cash money, money stacks
Been grindin' since the lineage with that cromag
Fifty whip sittin'
Lets establish that He's Israel's King
So in Matthew 1: 1 and on to 1: 17
We see His lineage and trace
Way back into time
That legally He was fine in
Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung!
Of Jesse's lineage coming
As men of old have sung
It came, a flow'ret bright,
Amid
won yet
We should be proud to take some time out this month
To explore the powerful and victorious lineage of our people
That's right so don't be
Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung!
Of Jesse's lineage coming
As men of old have sung
It came a flow'ret bright
Amid
to insure the future of his name and lineage.
Word came back to Dr. Abe Sacrabin,
Of a secret cold storage locker
Deep within the bowels of a used UCLA
to insure the future of his name and lineage.
Word came back to Dr. Abe Sacrabin,
of a secret cold storage locker
deep within the bowels of a used UCLA
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
countries that never even existed while your grandmother was livin'
Black is my Ghanaian brother readin' into scriptures
Doin' research on his lineage
to hand
And we struggle through our lives
Though the generations wander, the lineage survives
And all of us, from dust to dust, we all become forefathers by
ones that tried to hide your lineage
Young world
Young world, young world, young world
World, world, world, world, world
World, young world-world
me
Holding, this new growth lineage carrying
The scars of our fathers
By branching upon them growth beyond them
In the masculine sacred unfurling
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
black as Samuel in Pulp Fiction (whoa)
I'm light skinneded (whoa), my granddaddy Indian
You fuckin' with my lineage and dividends (c'mon)
Peace
got a mac by five guys, anyone can get this smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kings all in my lineage
No trace, no witness
Pray to God for forgiveness
Transcending space and time
boundary or borderline
No nationality
tribe or ethnicity
No link or lineage
bloodline nor heritage
No genealogy
fruit
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
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