Oh Lord!
How many niggaz you gotta know?
To know they ain't got this flow?
Geronimo Pratt, the way that you know
Throw back their sticks and their stones
Then elevate above the ground and way beyond the clouds
Stay showing and going off 'cause grandmamma looking down
Black ammunition well known, for how the city sparks
Black position, we known, for how we gritty talk
School of divinity, exploratory sciences
It's, vivid dreams and robot machine appliances
The future of the speaker box
The hookah and the need to stop
The mover of the equinox,
That's cooler than a freezer pop
I come thru like Uncle Willie at his auto shop
Collectively we found the recipe, like Pattie's Pumpkin Pies
I used to want it so bad, I might've could've cried
But the beat don't lie
Neither does the soul behind it
I'm Pontius Pilate ready to air riot
Their revolutionaries are diet
They really tried it like...
I built bridges, crossed rivers, and burned some
I sought riches, fought niggaz, and learned some
Fantastic, cooked classics, well done
So when I'm gone, my kids will say, well done
I'm talking no eyes dry, like a well run
'Cause Karl Malone, I delivered just like a mail run
Stood on my own two feet, I ain't never run
'Cause when I waited for help, it ain't never come
Oh Lord!
I really wish I had some
Praying folk with me
Ordained in this delivery
My gospel G, has simply, been the ability
To rise above the game
Them niggaz game is so finicky
Pick and choose when they fuck with you, that's ho shit
'Cause when I buck back, dude, they turn into a whole bitch
Shit!
I'm tryna wife life, they the type to go together for 10 years
I'm tryna grow like when I put coconut oil in my beard
Look here, Sir Richard and Kev, thanks for the last year
And how we stood clear of puppets, and their mighty puppeteers
The top tier, the knowledge
Shining on 'em like polish
I know what!
Kenna Jae you better bang this in college!
Ery year
Took me five, no jive
Fortified, with no gang ties
I epitomize, eyes on the prize
Respect, what I demand
Lieutenant Black Fist
Who defended the blackness
Playa, I Colin Kaep'd this
And mastered this
The protagonist, the people's champ, the advocate, the asthmatic
I built bridges, crossed rivers, and burned some
I sought riches, fought niggaz, and learned some
Fantastic, cooked classics, well done
So when I'm gone, my kids will say, well done
I'm talking no eyes dry, like a well run
'Cause Karl Malone, I delivered just like a mail run
Stood on my own two feet, I ain't never run
'Cause when I waited for help, it ain't never come
Oh Lord!
