Rise by The Inglorious M.O.B. Lyrics
[VERSE 1]
Me and my dudes we just rising to the top now
Can't be in the city with my motherfucking top down
I ain't 2Pac
I ain't got no packs
Bout to clean the rap game niggas think it's borax
Niggas spitting borax
Me I just need more racks
Tryna make a billion
I'll be on my fat cat
Did a couple mix tapes that was just the sandbag
Soon I get my label made
Shogun on the snap-back
[HOOK]
I'm on the rise it ain't no surprise
If you epileptic better close your eyes
If you wanna hate the better check your side
Cos Karma got your back every time that you ride
Nigga
I'm on the rise it ain't no surprise
If you epileptic better close your eyes
If you wanna hate the better check your side
Cos Karma got your back every time that you ride
Nigga
[VERSE 2]
Bout to bring the storm the return of the rucksack
African child enemies better run back
Nigerian born with the thorns in my snap-back
Hip-Hop Savior re-spawn on the third clap
On the third night
And so I rise again
I'm essential for the fire like oxygen
Bout to blow up doing rap songs
Black excellence I'm the one to call nigga
[HOOK]
I'm on the rise it ain't no surprise
If you epileptic better close your eyes
If you wanna hate the better check your side
Cos Karma got your back every time that you ride
Nigga
I'm on the rise it ain't no surprise
If you epileptic better close your eyes
If you wanna hate the better check your side
Cos Karma got your back every time that you ride
Nigga
[VERSE 3]
M.O.B that's the name that they gave me
Made of black and so the system tryna fade me
Fuck it I ain't gon' fade
Even if I gotta die
I just keep on putting effort
Cos I know I'm gonna fly
Fly high into the rap game
Run it like the crack game
Took some tips from Escobar even he had some wordplay
Plata O plomo
I'm the king and I know ho
You ain't gotta tell the devil
Shit about the inferno
I'm on my Kurt Cobain
Or better yet my aim
Is to blow up with the lyrics that I form inside my brain
C4 galore Katsu wee They Dare a come at us
Killed so many beats they got no choice but to be scared of us
Fuck it
I'm getting Kinged now
I'm in the ring now
I'm throwing Oops
And I ain't even need a draft round
Pick me
I murder beats for a living
For the niggas that's been hating ain't no fucks to be given
Ain't no fucks to be given
Me and my dudes we just rising to the top now
Can't be in the city with my motherfucking top down
I ain't 2Pac
I ain't got no packs
Bout to clean the rap game niggas think it's borax
Niggas spitting borax
Me I just need more racks
Tryna make a billion
I'll be on my fat cat
Did a couple mix tapes that was just the sandbag
Soon I get my label made
Shogun on the snap-back
[HOOK]
I'm on the rise it ain't no surprise
If you epileptic better close your eyes
If you wanna hate the better check your side
Cos Karma got your back every time that you ride
Nigga
I'm on the rise it ain't no surprise
If you epileptic better close your eyes
If you wanna hate the better check your side
Cos Karma got your back every time that you ride
Nigga
[VERSE 2]
Bout to bring the storm the return of the rucksack
African child enemies better run back
Nigerian born with the thorns in my snap-back
Hip-Hop Savior re-spawn on the third clap
On the third night
And so I rise again
I'm essential for the fire like oxygen
Bout to blow up doing rap songs
Black excellence I'm the one to call nigga
[HOOK]
I'm on the rise it ain't no surprise
If you epileptic better close your eyes
If you wanna hate the better check your side
Cos Karma got your back every time that you ride
Nigga
I'm on the rise it ain't no surprise
If you epileptic better close your eyes
If you wanna hate the better check your side
Cos Karma got your back every time that you ride
Nigga
[VERSE 3]
M.O.B that's the name that they gave me
Made of black and so the system tryna fade me
Fuck it I ain't gon' fade
Even if I gotta die
I just keep on putting effort
Cos I know I'm gonna fly
Fly high into the rap game
Run it like the crack game
Took some tips from Escobar even he had some wordplay
Plata O plomo
I'm the king and I know ho
You ain't gotta tell the devil
Shit about the inferno
I'm on my Kurt Cobain
Or better yet my aim
Is to blow up with the lyrics that I form inside my brain
C4 galore Katsu wee They Dare a come at us
Killed so many beats they got no choice but to be scared of us
Fuck it
I'm getting Kinged now
I'm in the ring now
I'm throwing Oops
And I ain't even need a draft round
Pick me
I murder beats for a living
For the niggas that's been hating ain't no fucks to be given
Ain't no fucks to be given