Lyrics
Pardon me, I see a star from a tree
Considered to be the future of my family
Blessed to not contest the very essence of my destiny
Child, my mama and daddy proud
I rock the crowd with such aggression
My metabolism got that baby seal the number one victim
A test of faith, it's so amazing in my grace
I can't believe I'm losing hate
But the enemy of the state, even though they fake
Can this combobulate be in the end?
'Cause we don't see who wins
But ain't no hurry, let's begin
To lose yourself in the flurry
So don't you worry, everything gon' be alright
With time, the mind, come on, let's ride to the spot side
Well, annihilation guilt
Living life in frustration guilt
Decorates through the holy halls guilt
Left buddy with the fat jaws
Preacher preacher with your dirty drawers
Now can you hear me through your lies, lies?
Scurrying around like flies
Saran wrap my head looking for help out this puzzle
Some of these niggas in the game need a muzzle
While I shift through the pages of the Torah
Bible and the Quran
Good folks still dying so the mob got a job
Can't turn back 'cause the streets won't let me
So I stay a mutant
Forever cursed with living underground with roaches and the rats
The facts are the facts
I'm not from Africa so I can't go back
I'm ten toes down, nigga, 'til John come down
And they say when the horns blow we'll hear the sound
And my
This something to ride to
This something to glide to
This something to clutch to
This something to flush to
This something to roll to
This something to ride to
This something to glide to
This something to clutch to
This something to flush to
This something to roll to
This something to ride to
This something to glide to
Praise Yahweh for every morning I wake
Niggas giving they souls assassinated every day
Curses, plagues, locusts the size of horses
Whisk over your tails and man heads
Hurting me for five months straight
My salvation is at stake so I can't listen to you, Jake
I can only hope and pray to be a master
Hundred and forty-four K
Destined to do battle with the adversary of my Adonai
In Hebrew that means God
Folks worshiping the works of they hands
Which neither can see nor hear nor walk
False prophets speak blasphemy when they talk
Reprogramming, reprogramming
Sipping the milk because I ain't ready for the meek
It's a glitch in your M-I-N-D
Uh, take it Eddie and Donald
Tampering with your hard drive
KKK got you scared to come outside
All praises to the most high
Creator of all things
You will be angels in black robes sitting in benches
Passing down judgment
Court is no place for poor man
Stand, I slow by chance, nigga, hey
Uh, we rebel
This something to ride to
This something to glide to
This something to clutch to
This something to flush to
This something to roll to
This something to ride to
This something to glide to
This something to clutch to
This something to flush to
This something to roll to
This something to ride to
This something to glide to
Considered to be the future of my family
Blessed to not contest the very essence of my destiny
Child, my mama and daddy proud
I rock the crowd with such aggression
My metabolism got that baby seal the number one victim
A test of faith, it's so amazing in my grace
I can't believe I'm losing hate
But the enemy of the state, even though they fake
Can this combobulate be in the end?
'Cause we don't see who wins
But ain't no hurry, let's begin
To lose yourself in the flurry
So don't you worry, everything gon' be alright
With time, the mind, come on, let's ride to the spot side
Well, annihilation guilt
Living life in frustration guilt
Decorates through the holy halls guilt
Left buddy with the fat jaws
Preacher preacher with your dirty drawers
Now can you hear me through your lies, lies?
Scurrying around like flies
Saran wrap my head looking for help out this puzzle
Some of these niggas in the game need a muzzle
While I shift through the pages of the Torah
Bible and the Quran
Good folks still dying so the mob got a job
Can't turn back 'cause the streets won't let me
So I stay a mutant
Forever cursed with living underground with roaches and the rats
The facts are the facts
I'm not from Africa so I can't go back
I'm ten toes down, nigga, 'til John come down
And they say when the horns blow we'll hear the sound
And my
This something to ride to
This something to glide to
This something to clutch to
This something to flush to
This something to roll to
This something to ride to
This something to glide to
This something to clutch to
This something to flush to
This something to roll to
This something to ride to
This something to glide to
Praise Yahweh for every morning I wake
Niggas giving they souls assassinated every day
Curses, plagues, locusts the size of horses
Whisk over your tails and man heads
Hurting me for five months straight
My salvation is at stake so I can't listen to you, Jake
I can only hope and pray to be a master
Hundred and forty-four K
Destined to do battle with the adversary of my Adonai
In Hebrew that means God
Folks worshiping the works of they hands
Which neither can see nor hear nor walk
False prophets speak blasphemy when they talk
Reprogramming, reprogramming
Sipping the milk because I ain't ready for the meek
It's a glitch in your M-I-N-D
Uh, take it Eddie and Donald
Tampering with your hard drive
KKK got you scared to come outside
All praises to the most high
Creator of all things
You will be angels in black robes sitting in benches
Passing down judgment
Court is no place for poor man
Stand, I slow by chance, nigga, hey
Uh, we rebel
This something to ride to
This something to glide to
This something to clutch to
This something to flush to
This something to roll to
This something to ride to
This something to glide to
This something to clutch to
This something to flush to
This something to roll to
This something to ride to
This something to glide to