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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lonnie Lynn
Lonnie Lynn
Songwriter
Tony Cottrell
Tony Cottrell
Songwriter
Vinia Mojica
Vinia Mojica
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Free the rhyme or risk a dig into a deep sound abyss
Unit in the stash, the beats never found the shit
Experience like Hendrix, keep my sound enriched
Cats ask about my stitch, to me, they sounded bitch
In my sound, the glitch of hatred for cats who ain't make it
I'ma give it as far as you can take it
Tried to take the safe way, told you there's a gateway to skinny
Many can find it, but few can climb it
I'm open-minded like a pot head
Doin' what I gotta do to keep the spot fed
In the climate of locked dreads, corn rows, torn souls
Warm hoes who been molested by they uncle
I bundle amongst you cold mother-uckers
The world is bitter like baby mothers
Look how far El Dorados and wine bottles drug us
Least God and the sun love us, it's the sun god
[Verse 2]
Everywhere's broken glass
Nephews smokin' squares, nieces smokin' grass
Try not to say shoot around my daughter, she already know the blast
Catchin' the future, don't know who threw the past
It's the year of the snake and the hidden dragon
**** is fake, like bitches braggin'
Listen to the ocean and the stars, keep my vision in motion
In motion like cars
I'm down to earth, at times I feel closer to Mars
The world is yours, I'm hopin' it's ours
Some say the gods is crazy, I see God in our babies
Child of the sun, I allowed it to raise me
From a distance, **** try to appraise me
I'm hard to read like graffiti, so it don't faze me
My days be spent behind dream's tent
Through the sun, the divine being is sent
It's the sun god
[Verse 3]
Letters from prison sayin' we need a better religion
I'm a rebel that listens from an eight-seven position
I can't crystalize, the mission lies within
Born to die, even in death, we begin
It's heavy, y'all learnin' what we already know
And carry low swing on a chariot slow
Brother's stick though reminded me of revolution
If the drama comes, I'ma have to up papa's gun
It's the sun god
Written by: Lonnie Lynn, Tony Cottrell, Vinia Mojica
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