Rooted In Hip Hop by Yahweh The Pharaoh Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This is rooted in hip hop
This is that Biggie and that Pac
I hear their words anytime that
I tote a Glock
And tempt the devil with a shot
To the temple
Holy father
Let us not
Bare the wait of our ancestors
I've done witnessed so much slaughter
Like the Carter with the saw off
Screaming Fuck all y'all In Swahili
While these fools waiting on genie
Hoping that'll he bring some fettuccine
Bro you must be kidding
You gotta work for what you eating
I got a panther like mind like Afeni
But these niggas lacking feelings
And they rather bust slugs
But I rather roll a phillie
So these niggas i don't trust
They be acting hella silly
I don't give a fuck
I Just know the hustle never stop
Told my crew, "Fuck the op
And fuck you if you fuck with cops"
Always trying to put us in them locks
I Just rather not watch my soul rot
Have to sit there & hear the clock
As it tick tocks
I rather play the slots
And wait for their reaction
When my shit drop
Haters praying that my shit flop
But they gone lip lock on my cock as soon as they go to cop
Those last few lines were in homage to great 2Pac
I'm about to tote two Glocks
And aim it at the ku klux
Dawg I'm ruthless
Off that angel dust
It'd be dangerous
For the both of us
If you fuck with us
Indiglow about to rush
Kamikaze on the clutch
The AR about to bust
Every last one of us is
Gone make it to the cusp
Transitioned to a challace
From a cup
So pour it up
[Outro]
And you know we Hailing from Miami
City full of palm trees and that bomb weed
I warned y'all motherfuckers
I'm coming for every motherfucking MC
We in this bitch
This is rooted in hip hop
This is that Biggie and that Pac
I hear their words anytime that
I tote a Glock
And tempt the devil with a shot
To the temple
Holy father
Let us not
Bare the wait of our ancestors
I've done witnessed so much slaughter
Like the Carter with the saw off
Screaming Fuck all y'all In Swahili
While these fools waiting on genie
Hoping that'll he bring some fettuccine
Bro you must be kidding
You gotta work for what you eating
I got a panther like mind like Afeni
But these niggas lacking feelings
And they rather bust slugs
But I rather roll a phillie
So these niggas i don't trust
They be acting hella silly
I don't give a fuck
I Just know the hustle never stop
Told my crew, "Fuck the op
And fuck you if you fuck with cops"
Always trying to put us in them locks
I Just rather not watch my soul rot
Have to sit there & hear the clock
As it tick tocks
I rather play the slots
And wait for their reaction
When my shit drop
Haters praying that my shit flop
But they gone lip lock on my cock as soon as they go to cop
Those last few lines were in homage to great 2Pac
I'm about to tote two Glocks
And aim it at the ku klux
Dawg I'm ruthless
Off that angel dust
It'd be dangerous
For the both of us
If you fuck with us
Indiglow about to rush
Kamikaze on the clutch
The AR about to bust
Every last one of us is
Gone make it to the cusp
Transitioned to a challace
From a cup
So pour it up
[Outro]
And you know we Hailing from Miami
City full of palm trees and that bomb weed
I warned y'all motherfuckers
I'm coming for every motherfucking MC
We in this bitch