Lyrics:
it, there's nothing to prove. It's Ariyo, your son in the booth
Ten toes strong when I'm running my boots. Butterfly feeling that man in the moon
Daddy
Singirango zirye
I'm just tryna touch souls
Zinariye ntibyatuma mfata pause
Making history mba mbona ari nka choice
This the album of the decade
That's
thinks
The next one is wack
Jumpstarted in the daze of crack
Rand Reagan, daddy bush
Way the hell on back
Pray to god
Feel like I got a church in
Skeltah album called
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any" yeah that was my shit
I used to bump that shit all day
By this time I knew I wanted to be
better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
attention
I was distant
I focused on the posters on my wall
Caught a vision
Now my words fall in rhythm
HIP HOP made a difference
Making albums ain't
was distracted by noise. Something was pushing thru the strangling brush at the edge of tall shady trees. He saw the old guitar first, held high, then
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Hip pop, they tap dance to sell a mil
While real emcees with skills don't got a deal
It's industry conspiracy to make us savage
It been a long time but your boy back at it
The streets waiting for it when they see me they be askin
"What's UP with the album" Promise you it's
and sweat from my balls
If I drop anotha album I did dat for my dogs
10 Maybachs everybody ridin' big
I just sit back like, look what I did
Den I bow my
starting
Dickheads ask "wheres the proof?"
4 of the top 10 Fire In The Booth's
6 albums all packed with truth
12 UK tours now who's who? Shit
Done all this
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
I found Christ, Amen
I keep writing with the pen
Teen X like I'm Ken
I don't rate but she a 10
2015 in the den
Memories all from the past
Flying by
account done ate a moose, uH
WHy the car ain't got a roof, uH
Crib still ain't got a boost, uH
Black Hippy witH tHe caps lock, wHen my album came
Best
don't want it, You gon' lose
I stay elevatin' like a soul
If don't give me mine
(If don't give me mine) shit a revelation
Killin' niggas by the genocide
Out The Blue (Lyrics by Che Lingo)
Chorus
If I knew what I knew as a youth,
Then it’s true,
I’d be trapped in a cycle of childish pursuit,
Don’t
Die G dangerous, since my daddy bust me out
The tip of his dick
Biggie Smalls with the Wickedest shit
Spit clips, niggas split like bananas
Flavour like
Yuh wah evil be.
No no no a Di Devil dat a speak fi mi
Daddy mi wuda Neva hurt Yuh, dat a weh mi feet fi be
Because Mi know say deep within Yuh soul
And babies need daddy at home consistent
But rap keep daddy on the road religious
So even in my two loves my soul's so conflicted
My son came into this world
on the line
A big shot to claim some rocks and shine
Signs of a soul gone solo
Robbed blind
A very small part of half the worlds crime
Runaway child blown by
bachelor
My daddy showed me that, I swear that he the fucking master
I’m like the Kung fu panda
Heart broken, mentality injured by what you confessed
Apology
loudly told you I’m the truth when you want things badly x2
And she’s so bad to the bone we smoking bongs threw the phone she wants a sugar daddy no time
that wise but a clown fashow
In Jesus name, I won't ever fold
Gotta forgive but a nigga can't forget
You killed my daddy where the 10 bows
He killed my
a clown fashow
In Jesus name I won't ever fold
Gotta forgive but a nigga can't forget
You killed my daddy where the 10 bows
He killed my daddy over 10 bows
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