Rap Psalms by MK Asante Lyrics
[Verse 1: MK Asante]
Young Bucks "On The Road" like Kerouac
Black chameleons adapting to any habitat
I could pen a novel or a battle rap
To make negus change they mind like 'matter fact'
Javotti put me on a track I cadaver that
Strapped with that black on black, that data pack
This that Colours of the Cult, Euros in the Vault
That Saddam H(Usain) Bolt on gold spokes
Zimbabwe-born, born of revolt, born to revolt
Fuck yo insults, I’m sworn to provoke
They made a Gonzo porn with your hope
G-Town, I’m Young Alonzo Mourn in the post
Freetown rebounds I ain’t on but I’m close
Word to Yasiin Bey! I be doing the Mos
Two brown girls in my kitchen—cinnamon toast
My son lookin like, pops, is you sinnin’ with both?
I smile, daddy winning let’s go
[Hook: MK Asante]
This feel good like all the right reasons
Or when you finally realize it’s your season
Then you stop fearing and start believing
MK give em something to believe in
Feed the people, fight the power, FTP
Fuck the police, we all gon' get free
[Verse 2: Narcy]
Our future washing ashore
I couldn’t watch it, for sure
I saw an angel so pure
She hit the spliff and record, of course
She said “Who said the pen is mightier?
They Lied to your face, The Devil bring worship at night to your place.”
I agreed and said
“We violent by taste, the food is the papes
We worried about music, chase, influence and race”
She gave me vision, in tune with a faith
Before Muhammad dropped the Qu’ranic Mixtape Exclusively Late
Hit rewind, lost my mind, peace upon him the greatest
That’s why we never made lists, take it how you want to take it, ugn
Instant Karma on plates, paint you Colours of a Culture Erased
The Medium, Feedin’ em laced
Life… I wonder …. What a waste
Planet Earth, what a place
Prosperity, Solidarity
Murder was the Case, Raised, Lost Sanity
How can we be replaced?
The Vanity, the pace of life, on mics
They scanning me on tapes
Rape. Famine, No Stamina
Candid Camera Your Race
Say Grace
Up in Canada, they telling me to stand up in my place
[Hook: MK Asante]
This feel good like all the right reasons
Or when you finally realize it’s your season
Then you stop fearing and start believing
MK give em something to believe in
Feed the people, fight the power, FTP
Fuck the police, we all gon' get free
Young Bucks "On The Road" like Kerouac
Black chameleons adapting to any habitat
I could pen a novel or a battle rap
To make negus change they mind like 'matter fact'
Javotti put me on a track I cadaver that
Strapped with that black on black, that data pack
This that Colours of the Cult, Euros in the Vault
That Saddam H(Usain) Bolt on gold spokes
Zimbabwe-born, born of revolt, born to revolt
Fuck yo insults, I’m sworn to provoke
They made a Gonzo porn with your hope
G-Town, I’m Young Alonzo Mourn in the post
Freetown rebounds I ain’t on but I’m close
Word to Yasiin Bey! I be doing the Mos
Two brown girls in my kitchen—cinnamon toast
My son lookin like, pops, is you sinnin’ with both?
I smile, daddy winning let’s go
[Hook: MK Asante]
This feel good like all the right reasons
Or when you finally realize it’s your season
Then you stop fearing and start believing
MK give em something to believe in
Feed the people, fight the power, FTP
Fuck the police, we all gon' get free
[Verse 2: Narcy]
Our future washing ashore
I couldn’t watch it, for sure
I saw an angel so pure
She hit the spliff and record, of course
She said “Who said the pen is mightier?
They Lied to your face, The Devil bring worship at night to your place.”
I agreed and said
“We violent by taste, the food is the papes
We worried about music, chase, influence and race”
She gave me vision, in tune with a faith
Before Muhammad dropped the Qu’ranic Mixtape Exclusively Late
Hit rewind, lost my mind, peace upon him the greatest
That’s why we never made lists, take it how you want to take it, ugn
Instant Karma on plates, paint you Colours of a Culture Erased
The Medium, Feedin’ em laced
Life… I wonder …. What a waste
Planet Earth, what a place
Prosperity, Solidarity
Murder was the Case, Raised, Lost Sanity
How can we be replaced?
The Vanity, the pace of life, on mics
They scanning me on tapes
Rape. Famine, No Stamina
Candid Camera Your Race
Say Grace
Up in Canada, they telling me to stand up in my place
[Hook: MK Asante]
This feel good like all the right reasons
Or when you finally realize it’s your season
Then you stop fearing and start believing
MK give em something to believe in
Feed the people, fight the power, FTP
Fuck the police, we all gon' get free