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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raja Kumari
Raja Kumari
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raja Kumari
Raja Kumari
Composer
Derrick Okoth
Derrick Okoth
Lyrics
James Foye III
James Foye III
Composer
Garrett Hamler
Garrett Hamler
Composer
Austin Owens
Austin Owens
Composer
Svetha Y. Rao
Svetha Y. Rao
Lyrics
Torrance Esmond
Torrance Esmond
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Garrett
Sean Garrett
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Engineer
Rashawn McLean
Rashawn McLean
Assistant Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Put it up (Huh) Fuck it up (Fuck it up) Let it pop (Let it pop, pop) Careful what you say, karma like a bitch (Ah) Shots back at you like a rubber band (Ah) Ha, don't believe what you see (Ah) Now you're in way too deep (Ah) The hand that you bite had the upper hand (Ah) Karma kills you quicker than the reaper can (Ah) Ha, don't believe what you see (Ah) Ha, karma come in your sleep (Ah) Make room for the queen of the Hindustan Stand up for the Daughter of the King Bloodshed, leak-out, if the play called, then get difficult Third world mentality lethal, we be serious No compromise the loyalty over the TV, watch Fuck everything that bleeds, breathe, ain't at peace with us All propaganda we do see, we just keep it hush Still find it hard to sleep off the dreams of the Taj Mahal Lost hearts running, seeking peace in these wicked streets China got the whole world lock and key, what that really mean? Bombs over jungles, run to temples, pray to Hanuman Karma's all around us, burn to ashes, turn us back to dust Careful what you say, karma like a bitch (Ah) Shots back at you like a rubberband (Ah) Ha, don't believe what you see (Ah) Now you're in way too deep (Ah) The hand that you bite had the upper hand (Ah) Karma kills you quicker than the reaper can (Ah) Ha, don't believe what you see (Ah) Ha, karma come in your sleep (Ah) Put it up Fuck it up (Fuck it up) Let it pop (Let it pop, pop) 1-1-1, that's the date that this all begun There were challenges and roadblocks and now what? Bitch, now we on I see a fall coming on like the fall of Genghis Khan I'm refusing to let 'em eat, act like it's Ramadan Coming in threes, 110 degrees Still, they don't believe what they see Wu Tang Killa be sent from overseas What is beef? When you looking in the eye of Raja God keeps scales in balance, that's the law of karma Pretty Pompeii didn't listen, what they say? It's too late Watch the risk you take, sit and medicate, I educate Nothing's new that's been created under the sun, ha Out of seven billion, there is only one Careful what you say, karma like a bitch (Ah) Shots back at you like a rubberband (Ah) Ha, don't believe what you see (Ah) Now you're in way too deep (Ah) The hand that you bite had the upper hand (Ah) Karma kills you quicker than the reaper can (Ah) Ha, don't believe what you see (Ah) Ha, karma come in your sleep (Ah) Make room for the queen of the Hindustan Stand up for the Daughter of the King
Writer(s): Derrick Okoth, Torrance Esmond, Garrett Hamler, Svetha Rao Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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