Executive Technology Prod. Godfather Don by Hazeus Tha Damaja Lyrics
Bring It Back To The Basics
Before Even Renting Places
Placing Minority Races
At The Back Of Databases
In More Than Most Cases
Racist Try To Erase Us
Creating Gross Money Chasers
Who Move Dope Like Spoke Laces
Exterior Supplies Draws Attention From Eyes
I'm Only Telling You What My Mother Told Me
Being A King Has Nothing To Do With Royalties
As Long As You Don't Stop Boy You Slowly Gonna Peak
But Wait Wait
After More Wakes & Smoke Brakes
The Human Host Awakes
To Vibrate Through Outer Space
To Regulate The Life Mind Race Taking Place In The Mental State. Where I Try To Find My Place
From The Streets Of Passaic
To Where My Peace Was Created
Our Oasis Been Degraded
Equated To The Latest
Gentrified Sta-tus
Relocated Havens
To The Streets Of Jerusalem Intelligent Hood-Da-Lum
Flat Footed Cops Yo We Loosing Em
Straight Forward Rookie Movement Lamping Inna Shade
Till We Landing Front Page And My Rhymes Get Me Paid
Running Rampant On The Stage Off The Rhymes That I Made
I've Heard The Business Rumors Spent Some Years As A Consumer
Had Lock My Sound Down But I Could've Came Out Sooner
Do A Drive By? Fuck That Catch A Ride In My Spaceship
And Carve My Name On Your Pavement
Exile The Repetition Rappers Have Been Spitting
Now Here Rearrange Your Mental Molecules
And Let Me Hear You Kick A Rhyme Or Two
Without Bragging How You Keeping All Your Pockets Full
Yo I Never Heard That One Before
The Pinnacle Of Unoriginal Individuals
Only Here To Receive Residuals
Thinking Cynical, Redundant
From The Hudson To Brunswick In Fact
My African Drum Kicks My Heart In Tact Riddle Me That
Bridging The Gap From Jersey City Rap
Over New York Boom Bap Bruh Ya Niggas Is Wack
Before Even Renting Places
Placing Minority Races
At The Back Of Databases
In More Than Most Cases
Racist Try To Erase Us
Creating Gross Money Chasers
Who Move Dope Like Spoke Laces
Exterior Supplies Draws Attention From Eyes
I'm Only Telling You What My Mother Told Me
Being A King Has Nothing To Do With Royalties
As Long As You Don't Stop Boy You Slowly Gonna Peak
But Wait Wait
After More Wakes & Smoke Brakes
The Human Host Awakes
To Vibrate Through Outer Space
To Regulate The Life Mind Race Taking Place In The Mental State. Where I Try To Find My Place
From The Streets Of Passaic
To Where My Peace Was Created
Our Oasis Been Degraded
Equated To The Latest
Gentrified Sta-tus
Relocated Havens
To The Streets Of Jerusalem Intelligent Hood-Da-Lum
Flat Footed Cops Yo We Loosing Em
Straight Forward Rookie Movement Lamping Inna Shade
Till We Landing Front Page And My Rhymes Get Me Paid
Running Rampant On The Stage Off The Rhymes That I Made
I've Heard The Business Rumors Spent Some Years As A Consumer
Had Lock My Sound Down But I Could've Came Out Sooner
Do A Drive By? Fuck That Catch A Ride In My Spaceship
And Carve My Name On Your Pavement
Exile The Repetition Rappers Have Been Spitting
Now Here Rearrange Your Mental Molecules
And Let Me Hear You Kick A Rhyme Or Two
Without Bragging How You Keeping All Your Pockets Full
Yo I Never Heard That One Before
The Pinnacle Of Unoriginal Individuals
Only Here To Receive Residuals
Thinking Cynical, Redundant
From The Hudson To Brunswick In Fact
My African Drum Kicks My Heart In Tact Riddle Me That
Bridging The Gap From Jersey City Rap
Over New York Boom Bap Bruh Ya Niggas Is Wack