Lyrics

So far You niggas ain't come close We took six months off, the people still sayin' "We want Coast!" We out Dumbo, having meetings eating pie with compote That metaphor was way too humble But some niggas gotta get humbled 'Cause some niggas really are Dumbo What's the square root of three point one four When we four all got one fourth? I swear, man, you niggas is done for (Go) They telling lies, we want to truth (Truth) Word to the wise, listen to who? (Who?) Coast They like the Tribe Leaders of New School Understand one thing, look As long as we double you, I don't care They can keep comparing Whoever, from past to present, I tell you it's no one near They cry out for the Coast 'cause when we drop it's a different tier Of lyricism and the spirit in 'em is always there If Jesus can walk on water, watch how I walk on air In the radio station, like "play our shit nigga", truth or dare Truth? The truth is Half o' you niggas scared By the other half that is feared Y'all socially engineered To stop being pioneers And care about y'all careers Keep doing your job, euthanizing the youth's ears Young kings disappear Crown on peasants' heads And fake niggas getting chaired In the real throne over there (Come on) Fuck it I poke the bears It's polar sides over here I'm turnin' tables just to show these niggas what's really skills (Like DJ he mix it well) I rip, rhyme, really well Like Big L, L-L- Our names gon' rock bells My soul I, never sell Came from Heaven to give them Hell Make 'em wait on it, wuh-wuh-wuh-wait on it just to lift a veil Niggas act like Denzel then end up in jail No OG- No OGs, oh, ain't train 'em well For the youth, I leave a trail My effort I will prevail The Coast gon' drown rappers out, they gon' need help For my people- my-my puh-people- my people I will rebel Ya Coin Phrase "I'ma Do It", I wish you well Now tell me, how many more years I'll sit on the bench Look at God like, "Coach, put me in"? (In) Can't let 'em win like this Since when, sin wins? Never did, have faith, Aten That's when I grab my pen, my sword I swore what's right, I fight I defend I'm savin' my brothers, my friends, my kin My soul, our children, our women, Amen Look, I had an epiphany Riddle me this Who gon' get rid of me, if lyrically, I can transcend spiritually I am the epitome of versatility that come with delivery Rappers gonna have to start to pay penalties Dropping trash, after trash, after trash They're literally littering Street sweep 'em, I clean 'em up with metaphors, similes Google my name, my real name, I'm really thee Himothy Been giving bars all my life single, Jangle Leg, Jangle Leg Burning CDs off my Mac, I never claimed to be innocent Finicky, gimmicky, never shake hands with hidden fees Authenticity is one of my tendencies This is Eric Jamal, signing off, this how I hope y'all remember me So! When they tellin' lies we tell the truth (Truth) They compromised. all for the loot (Loot) We for the people and y'all for who? (who) Let's see who they choose nigga, Coast
Writer(s): Eric Morrison, Taj Austin, Ras Austin, Mario Lozano Mosquera Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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