[Siimba Intro]
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Yeah, yah
Word
Siimba lives long
(honestly expressing yourself)
Uh, yir

[Siimba verse]
This is the cornerstone
Of these Dormant Homes
Some where born to roam
Mother working
Father wasn't there
Is like we're born alone
[?]
We' attracted to
Like we have to move a chain
We test our attitude
Before we test our aptitude
Kicking up dust
Really not willing to trust
Someone who put me in cuffs
Twisting and tangle then mix-up and mangle
My fate
Is what dangers that wish I destruct
Television telling me
Somebody caught a felony
And they say it's embellishing
If you evolve a melody
Rappers blame the media
Media blames the rappers
Only time it ever stops;
During natural disasters
Bet you're feeling so great
Just because you donate
To another country
While people starve
In your home state
We designed to ignore our own poor
Every hood got zero libraries
But like 10 liquor stores
Images got me winning this
So sick with the penmanship
Seen the light and using it to grow
That's photosynthesis
I'm just trying to give my brothers hope
I'm just trying to tell you, you a king!
And nah, I'm ain't Martin Luther's dream
I'm America's nightmare, probably the same thing
[Denzil Porter intro]
Uhhh
Let me try somethin' out
Check it
Look, now

[Denzil Porter]
I see you holding n***as down
But you ain't going up
I see a lot of people here
But they ain't showing up
Is mr. Porter on the mic
Yo, hit the floor and duck
With lines well-sized
By the time you hit the shore
You're stuck
That flyer brother
More naps than tired mothers
On the road to succes
Is see a lot of tires cut up
I defeat thee
With your small busts
Like some cheap weed
Can't beat me
In the end Imma win
That's my TB
I'm fucking the world
Not carin' if my neighbours see me
Matter of fact; let's move the courtains
So that they can see me working
Some screaming fuck the world
But they lyin'
They using jerkins
Everything they knows is fake
When they ride with them plastic surgents
Better stay up in your lane
I don't care if the sign's emergent
You've been deceived
By one [?] of a beast
Repeat Steve Irwin
We burning the carry on
When they heard me up-on these stages
Others rappers babble on
Like they early civilizations
They' dumb whack
Claiming they did this and they've done that
Lost up in my shadow
When I move they'll say "sun's back"
I'm coming for your neck
I hope you got your bun strapped
Trust me
The point I'm pushing is no thumbtack
I run that
And if they eyes run red
Suggest you better leave
I just keep crossing the line
Like I should take some better threes
Eyes begin dilatin'
I'm saying you better breathe
You just a son of a bitch
You might be Caitlyn Jenner, see
Must be colder
How you claim you a leader
And never lead?
I'm an alpha, bet if she got an issue
I let her be, see
Some of y'all ain't get that
Cause I'm rarely simple
I'm that button on your remote
I make you change your ember
Huh, they call for a cypher
I thought that split [?]
I've been trolled
If you see my pokerface
You'd 've been folds
I win fast, you win slow
You must be Car
You've been sold
That [?]
See homies wanna be a headless
Make that Sleep Hollow beats and vowels
Stepping in the craters;
That's my feet you follow
I be with the bravest natives
Even go to beef
With arrows, sticks and bottles
Streets of power
In the streets we getting copple
Stone
And the street shit
Might be new to them
If they can't send the bars
They should be neutral then
When the folks on your side
Say you're just food to him
By the looks of it
You're sugar shit
You're ain't food; you' nutriment
I'm from where cops see a bunch of blackheads
They Noxzema
Crazy backwards:
They use dirty tactics, to make blocks cleaner
Aw jesus, looks how they react
When these blocks team up
Some people sleeping on me
Is cool
Are we not dreamers?
Are we not from the cosmos?
Are we not from the skies?
Distracted from looking up
Cause we practice this 9 to 5, while I
Keep bringing this mic down
They wonder why
How else we gon' see eye-to-eye?
LITTLE N***A, WHAT's UP!?
[Wam G intro]
Yeah
Yo, they don't know how to make love
They don't know how to make love
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[Wam G verse]
They don't know how to make love
So they love to make war
Man it's making me nervous
Need makers mark when i pour
Make a movement
I might just make you a martyr, fo' sure
All these tapes about none
Too many Wale Falorin
See with a content
Cause I ain't content with nonsense
Trying to get my shit on two dope boys
In complex
Not too complex to understand
In this context
Tryin' to get a pack
And make 'em flip like an omelette
Wait..
But Imma let you finish
Imma let you witness a winner
Handling buisness
Like kyrie with the rock
I shake you out of your socks
I break you out of your box
Too many locked in your prison
That's in your mind
Back in the building
Like a custodian
Cleaning of the mess
These clumsy rappers have left
Make way as I head to the podium
I'm about to make a speech on how
You should give it a rest
Sleep on
Like you've been sleeping on me
I guess, so
I can quietly tip-toe
My way to succes
From the awaited stress
Learn how to make diamonds
Out the pores I sweat
Dropping jewels when I flex
I'mlike edward cullen
As soon as the sun hits my flesh
Check at them shining
I'm changing the climate
Fuck a princess cut
Cause my timing is timeless
Rolex rhyming
Bowflex mind is
Like nas outta the projects
Jigga out of the city
Biggie hanging with Diddy
When Combs was in a video dancin'
That means I'm dancing on you n***as silly
Speaking fast with an easy pass
Driving like you need to crash
N***a you ain't eating
You' ain't eating like you need to fast
N***a I'm discrete
But it take none for me to flash
Lightining on your feeble ass
Is that do or dialect?
Did you try violate?
Or cook a violin?
[?] and violence
You know I got the glow
My soul is ultraviolet
On the road to riches
And the n***as that I'm riding with
And I'm driving with
Or driven like when the tires spin
Dippin' sirens, n***a