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Tipene on the rise, so high still the haters wanna see me fall
But I'm home bred, hangi fed never met a hori like me before
Coz Teeps be raw,
Is my house holding its own?
Dread by my premonition
Contending the bone, fed by antagonism
Fear for my home, bred by my premonition
Contending
got a lock ya, flavor to bring
Got the championships so I'ma savor the ring
Church boy, raised by my grand momma
Home-bred, I dead all the drama
I'm
Home-bred, I dead all the drama 
I'm like the mystical funk technician 
It's a sign of the times, guards on a mission 

Chorus: 
God bless ya lover, god bless
Terrorist, home bred
Pull up, pop-pop-pop-pop, everybody dead
Playin' Boyz II Men to your thoughts and prayers
You don't even care, you don't believe in God
home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I'm back now
I'm Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake
And I'm running the streets to the city like Rocky
Who da
Days, days are forgotten
Now it's all over
Simply forgotten
How to disappear

Home bred
I've got blood lust
Feeding you bread crust
I leave no
forgotten
Now it's all over
Simply forgotten
How to disappear

Home bred
I've got blood lust
Feeding you bread crust
I leave no scar

You say I'm old hat
the gold so we can benefit
Fighting for my people why not I’m still a warrior
Turn the front page to the story of the glorious
Home bred foreigner object
Tragedies from those I.E.D.s--you might find yourself in a bodybag
You'll fight Al-Qaida, home-bred militia and unruly mobs
Civilians willing send children
raps I'mma shit on
I made my own damn instrumental just so I could show em BAD
So fresh so clean so proper
Home-bred don't need no sponsor
Gotta 'member
released into the atmosphere
Make room for more body count as it slowly disperses
A wake of the consciousness in the home bred clowns
Despite no memory, some
know that a youngin is home bred
You flexing that money boy that shit aint funny boy go on and go get ya own bread
You bitches get misled
Then bitches
Grey boots thumpin' on a big black gremelo
In Kentucky with my home-bred back yard wriggle pump
Hog tooth squirmin' under a big bright love plug
Anal
Voice memos and no time
I echo wit dosages and sublime
Then radiohead
This some very home bred
Chase coins, cap red
Can u carry Yoshi
Ice cold, O'shea
to the last
Be more than war Friction in Mass
Sacred Laws of old
And ancient spells
Are never lost to those
Born of The Well
The icey wastes of home
Bred into
to Hanapepe
From Iolani back to Lele
Down to the bone
This is my home
Born, bred, and Kalo fed
Represent till the day I'm dead
Trades, Treaties, Electricity
your telephone
To sneak inside your home
My finest bred
Manipulator

Ooh, ooh, ooh (manipulator)

Ooh, ooh, ooh (manipulator)

(Manipulator,
imagine how would be
The coop my home, born and bred
Here I live, here I dead
And my friends is my life
Who needs Instagram and Twitter
When you have
of the animals that once grazed
They built up twenty homes and they bred up their own livestock
And one day it started to rain
Rain oh let it rain
Rain oh let it
Plenty pretty face e murky down low
So yuh dunno! Not Yet! We nah go 'home
Geez um bred, bumps geh mash up mash up
Like a accidente wey yuh now say yuh

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