Verse 1:
Click clock to the tick tock gotta be a beast on ya block when ya walk cuz its dinner time/ gotta eat'em or they're eatin you and yours like a full course meal with a fork everyday they ride/ if you ain't bangin on it, hangin on it, slangin on it, thangin on it, stainin on it hard then it's Suicide/ that's why I walk and I talk with a cough sick enough to set it off, let it off I can do it right/
I didn't come I was sent to you in the form a lyrical general bicentennial rap miracle/ I know the music, you feeling too, coming hard and it's healing you got a spiritual feeling I'm 'Top Billin' fool/ my worth is over a million who wanna spark with the villain that's got a mic and he killin he hella brilliant too/ hot as a Forman I'm grillin ready for war and I'm willin to turn it up when I'm drillin I am the pinnacle/
When I wake up in the morning every morning gotta give it up to the one that made me incredible/ I'm lookin up at the throne with my eyes closed see the whole globe controlled by the intangible/ I see the cosmos they're Picasso's with a GOD stroke GOD flow comes from my mandible/ Too many lows that's why we get as high as we can to make us more understandable/ and Martin Luther King I know he had a dream but did his dream include his people going out like some animals/ killa n***a quicker than a shark around a bloody swimmer blowin up getting big for the cameras/ pulla trigga lick a shot quciker than a shot of vodka hit the liver this is war they'll blam at choo/ I know the dreams don't match but we met our match when went out for the scratch 'cause its flammable/ woosh every day it get a little harder and it get a little darker ain't no tellin what a man will do/ when you're livin in a city like I'm livin a 9mm ain't the only thing that'll damage you/dream stealers, dream killers, team hittas mean n***as cream peelers green getters run the planet dude/ strings getting pulled fiends gettin fooled kings gettin ruled that's the way it is what cha gonna do?!/gotta make it so this highly melanated celebrated calibrated supahitta gotta aim at choo/ hatas hate it when I take it so I gotta break it, obliterate it and make it hurt when I wang at choo/ I use the mic to turn yo ass up/ fools get it straight I perm the class up/ Shonn on guitar to turn the gas up do it big baby paw hoodied and masked up (Bluck)
Chorus:
Oh Children Oh Children
Oh Children Oh Children
Oh Children Oh Children
Oh Children Oh Children
Came in the game hoodied and masked up
Came in the game hoodied and masked up
Came in the game hoodied and masked up
Came in the game hoodied and masked up
Kick in the door wavin the 'Go flow
Kick in the door wavin the 'Go flow
Kick in the door wavin the 'Go flow
All I heard was nom don't hit me no mo'
Kick in the door wavin the 'Go flow
Kick in the door wavin the 'Go flow
Kick in the door wavin the 'Go flow
All I heard was nom don't hit me no mo'
Verse 2:
When I came into the world black love was at an all time high so incredible/ no fear hit the party with a pam grier cooley hella fly buttafly sweater dude/ fresh caddilac diamonds in the back finger waves on a mack and he better get his cheddar fool/ afro on a strong young black, jacket wearing panther hit the hood with the medicals/ momma in the kitchen and she fixing up a couple dishes that'll make the neighborhood feel better dude/ daddy wanna wrestle brother wanna fight and my uncle wanna take me out to shoot a few couple hoops/ brother taught me how to get the dolla run up on a chick and holla get her numba but I never sweat her tho/holidays was the best days see my damn whole family and we chillin like whatevea tho/ yup, I was in it right before the muthaf*ckin crack epidemic finished us, cocaine katrina'd us, federally subpoenaed us, hand on a hot ass car rights they're reading us/ judge not believing us, in a box they're leavin us, right or wrong they're keepin us, big or small they're beating us, til it's us defeating us, til it's us eatin us, til it's us treatin us f*cked up/ and leavin us cut 'throat, we're cuttin it so close, whenever the code's spoke you're smellin the gun smoke, and when you got no hope, No preachers or no popes is stoppin the Bo-Bo, get rich or don't go broke, the streets is no joke/ get run over and passed up/i grind til I lift 6-feet of grass up/ life is a HEIST too good to pass up/ so I'm up in this thang hoodied and masked up (Bluck)/
Chorus:
Oh Children Oh Children
Oh Children Oh Children
Oh Children Oh Children
Oh Children Oh Children
Came in the game hoodied and masked up
Came in the game hoodied and masked up
Came in the game hoodied and masked up
Came in the game hoodied and masked up
Kick in the door wavin the Go flow
Kick in the door wavin the Go flow
Kick in the door wavin the Go flow
All I heard was nom don't hit me no mo'
Kick in the door wavin the go flow
Kick in the door wavin the go flow
Kick in the door wavin the go flow
All I heard was nom don't hit me no mo'
- All song lyrics are property and copyright © 2014 of Teh'ray PHENOM Hale, Sr #4532SSN
