22 Inches by Isa Muhammad Lyrics
[Intro: Isa Muhammad]
Ha Ha Ha Ha
Haaa Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Haaa
Oh shit...are ya, are ya surprised that they killin' niggas?
[Chorus: Isa Muhammad]
Them crack rocks all around his ankles, so what?
They just shot the homey and he still show up
These Instagram hoes can get yo ass set up
The power's intoxicating, stronger than oxicating
Like being incarcerated, then being emancipated
They killing the black man, we turn into super sayains
And if we don't make it home, our parents might love us later
I walked in the Nile River, my energy vibrating
My spirit's a sky scraper, and that's why I'm high haters
...yeah that's why I'm high haters
I walked in the Nile River, my energy vibrating
My spirit's a sky scraper, and that's why I'm high haters
[Verse: Isa Muhammad]
Years ago they brought us over here on them ships
Our skin was black as fuck, black as Wesley Snipes' lips
Was robbed from the Motherland into a crisis
Got robbed of our Islam on some Jesus Christ shit
Was worshiped in Egypt, young Imhotep Osirus
Emojis on papyrus, frequent astroplaning mileage
A nigga got a problem, I'm obsessed with ancient knowledge
Them white folks tried to hide it, but they couldn't even find it
Feel like Hiram Abiff, I'm in a shallow grave binded
Till Ross came and find me, then the whole city crowned him
The devil and his jinn kind retired to the mountains
And the atoms and the dark matter collided in the conscience
And niggas and the Mexicans from Inglewood to Bompton
Made treaties with the natives but none of it was binding
That's a nice way to say them crackers, they was lying
Black reparations, ha, like a pig fucking flying
I came too far in my life to turn back
My brother say I'm sneak , that's the new Basquiat
Imma transmute a Maybach into a yacht
The big homey said it, "Nigga fucking 2Pac is back!"
Young Malcolm X shit, young Jay Elec shit
Rasulullah Subhanahu wa-ta-Allah for the blessings
I pray the police don't catch you if you slipping
And the bullets miss your hearts by 22 inches
[Interlude: Diamond Reynolds]
"Stay with me. We got pulled over for a busted tail light in the back. And the police just...he's, he's, he's covered. He, they just killed my boyfriend...he's licensed. He's carried. He is licensed to carry...he was just trying to get out his ID and his wallet out his umm pocket and he let the officer know..."
[Chorus: Isa Muhammad]
Them crack rocks all around his ankles, so what?
They just shot the homey and he still show up
These Instagram hoes can get yo ass set up
The power's intoxicating, stronger than oxicating
Like being incarcerated, then being emancipated
They killing the black man, we turn into super sayains
And if we don't make it home, our parents might love us later
I walked in the Nile River, my energy vibrating
My spirit's a sky scraper, and that's why I'm high haters
...yeah that's why I'm high haters
I walked in the Nile River, my energy vibrating
My spirit's a sky scraper, and that's why I'm high haters
[Verse: Isa Muhammad]
They shot another nigga dead with his baby in the car
And his girl right there, had his seat belt on
Nigga never had a chance, said he reached for something
Nigga didn't reach for shit
Yeah
They shot another nigga dead with his baby in the car
And his girl right there, had his seat belt on
Nigga didn't have a chance, said he reached for something
Nigga didn't reach for shit
Yeah
They shot another nigga dead with his baby in the car
And his girl right there, had his seat belt on
The nigga never had a chance, said he reached for something
Nigga didn't reach for shit
Damn
They shot another nigga dead with his baby in the car
And his girl right there, had his seat belt on
The nigga never had a chance, said he reached for something
Nigga didn't reach for shit
[Outro: Diamond Reynolds and Officer Jeronimo Yanez]
"He was trying to get out his ID and his wallet out his umm pocket and he let the officer know that he was...that he had a fire arm and he was reaching for his wallet and the officer just shot him in his arm. We're waiting for backu...
Ma'am just keep your hands where they are
I will sir. No worries. I will
Fuck!
He just shot his arm off. We got pulled over...
Fuck!
On Larpenteur
I told him not to reach for it. I told him to get his hands off of it
He had, you told him to get his ID sir and his driver’s license. Oh my God, please don’t tell me he’s dead....Please don't tell me..."
Ha Ha Ha Ha
Haaa Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Haaa
Oh shit...are ya, are ya surprised that they killin' niggas?
[Chorus: Isa Muhammad]
Them crack rocks all around his ankles, so what?
They just shot the homey and he still show up
These Instagram hoes can get yo ass set up
The power's intoxicating, stronger than oxicating
Like being incarcerated, then being emancipated
They killing the black man, we turn into super sayains
And if we don't make it home, our parents might love us later
I walked in the Nile River, my energy vibrating
My spirit's a sky scraper, and that's why I'm high haters
...yeah that's why I'm high haters
I walked in the Nile River, my energy vibrating
My spirit's a sky scraper, and that's why I'm high haters
[Verse: Isa Muhammad]
Years ago they brought us over here on them ships
Our skin was black as fuck, black as Wesley Snipes' lips
Was robbed from the Motherland into a crisis
Got robbed of our Islam on some Jesus Christ shit
Was worshiped in Egypt, young Imhotep Osirus
Emojis on papyrus, frequent astroplaning mileage
A nigga got a problem, I'm obsessed with ancient knowledge
Them white folks tried to hide it, but they couldn't even find it
Feel like Hiram Abiff, I'm in a shallow grave binded
Till Ross came and find me, then the whole city crowned him
The devil and his jinn kind retired to the mountains
And the atoms and the dark matter collided in the conscience
And niggas and the Mexicans from Inglewood to Bompton
Made treaties with the natives but none of it was binding
That's a nice way to say them crackers, they was lying
Black reparations, ha, like a pig fucking flying
I came too far in my life to turn back
My brother say I'm sneak , that's the new Basquiat
Imma transmute a Maybach into a yacht
The big homey said it, "Nigga fucking 2Pac is back!"
Young Malcolm X shit, young Jay Elec shit
Rasulullah Subhanahu wa-ta-Allah for the blessings
I pray the police don't catch you if you slipping
And the bullets miss your hearts by 22 inches
[Interlude: Diamond Reynolds]
"Stay with me. We got pulled over for a busted tail light in the back. And the police just...he's, he's, he's covered. He, they just killed my boyfriend...he's licensed. He's carried. He is licensed to carry...he was just trying to get out his ID and his wallet out his umm pocket and he let the officer know..."
[Chorus: Isa Muhammad]
Them crack rocks all around his ankles, so what?
They just shot the homey and he still show up
These Instagram hoes can get yo ass set up
The power's intoxicating, stronger than oxicating
Like being incarcerated, then being emancipated
They killing the black man, we turn into super sayains
And if we don't make it home, our parents might love us later
I walked in the Nile River, my energy vibrating
My spirit's a sky scraper, and that's why I'm high haters
...yeah that's why I'm high haters
I walked in the Nile River, my energy vibrating
My spirit's a sky scraper, and that's why I'm high haters
[Verse: Isa Muhammad]
They shot another nigga dead with his baby in the car
And his girl right there, had his seat belt on
Nigga never had a chance, said he reached for something
Nigga didn't reach for shit
Yeah
They shot another nigga dead with his baby in the car
And his girl right there, had his seat belt on
Nigga didn't have a chance, said he reached for something
Nigga didn't reach for shit
Yeah
They shot another nigga dead with his baby in the car
And his girl right there, had his seat belt on
The nigga never had a chance, said he reached for something
Nigga didn't reach for shit
Damn
They shot another nigga dead with his baby in the car
And his girl right there, had his seat belt on
The nigga never had a chance, said he reached for something
Nigga didn't reach for shit
[Outro: Diamond Reynolds and Officer Jeronimo Yanez]
"He was trying to get out his ID and his wallet out his umm pocket and he let the officer know that he was...that he had a fire arm and he was reaching for his wallet and the officer just shot him in his arm. We're waiting for backu...
Ma'am just keep your hands where they are
I will sir. No worries. I will
Fuck!
He just shot his arm off. We got pulled over...
Fuck!
On Larpenteur
I told him not to reach for it. I told him to get his hands off of it
He had, you told him to get his ID sir and his driver’s license. Oh my God, please don’t tell me he’s dead....Please don't tell me..."