Lyrics:
who be after me
No one's better at writing songs
I'm the Hip-hop Messi
The savior of Rap Music
And i was saved by Jesus
Him and God only one above me
smiled
You have to take a moment
And appreciate your past
Say say say say
Ah
There comes a time
When you have to look up to the sky
And thank Jah
rich before poor
Where most of us settle. Broke in ghettos
Dope as the devil, Coke in the kettles. No hope on these levels
Dirt dosed by the shovel.
a different universe
My voice cuts through the mix, it's done by design
Compression hitting hard, so I can dig into your mind
These tracks are for one race,
striving on these dark phases
All them niggas faking I dont really know who to trust lately
Will I ever make it
I'm running out of Patience
Voices in my
we voices like dem dreams get fulfil
Massa menimeni passa menimeni colda menimeni chill
Idle we nah sekkle we nah ova da hill
Wah de want come see
the platinum voice
Like syrup, for delf roaming, the New York boroughs
As they temp our perms, plus I ride the iron worms
Uptown across down, from the boogie
on the daily ghetto basis
In order to drop jewels I stay clear of the racists
Heavy promises became weightless
Sincerity became faintless
He's praying for
the bass of a drum?) Yo, that type of bass drum
Will make the people feel it, can you feel it? (We feel it, Doc)
Now that that's straight it's my turn
droves from miles away and ai shine
When the skies are grey
By the way
I'm a (hustler) you know I'm a find a way
I got the (muffler) I ain't got time
I Lift my hands and praise
So I'm busy busy busy now
You can tell by my fruits that I'm saved
Lemon squeeze with the business I rebuke all the smoke
be yours
And I swear I go dey by yourside
Girl give me your trust
I'll give you my love we'll aim for the stars
Adwoa Adwoa, Adwoa Adwoa
Adwoa ɛyɛ woa
Cabo loops
Started chopping up some real samples,
My 3rd eye spot spies, yeah I'm guided in my temple
By the angels of the Most High, Jah Rastafari
I cut
lyrical man you can't hold me back
From the red, the white, and also the black
Island, which is my land, my place of birth
You can tell by the tongue
We been killing our own brothers since Abel died by Cain
But I heard a voice commanding me and saying
Lazarus
ARise break from out your chains !
great.
I gat no much to offer u lover girl, but true love from Jah the almighty.
Break
VERSE
Your stereo voice, romantic expression, make all men desire
and on and on with that, huh
(Tell em what it's all about)
[ VERSE 1 ]
I'm a straight up hustler, never grew up in the ghetto, though
Yet strapped with a gat
like taekwondo
Your whole crew will get slaughtered
Like what happened at the Superbowl
When the Panthers got crushed
By the Broncos
So why you're
You ever looked into the eyes of a man marinated in madness
Constantly hearing that fat lady sing, feels like I'm serenaded by sadness
It's real
When
out all of your ears, these are my views and you will find
That we revolutionize over the kick and the snare
The ghetto vocalist is on a state-wide tear
a supernatural state
Soon as they put they hands together I ask em to pray
But if I had my way all this cowards will die
By the way we allow all the lies
Cause I'm seeking the truth
And I know the sower
I can tell by the fruit
See Tree of Life is where I got my roots
I ain't perfect at all
Know the word
Will cause The glass To Break
This is my flow and I love the wave
This music we doing it all the way The quality is the ingredient
Perfected by the HOLY
Dem a bystanders
Dem noh bad by my standers
Flip and flop
Inna your Gucci sanders
Since when all you tun badmad
Plz don't gi mi noh joke
Mi doh wah
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