Lyrics Strike-O-Pose - California Ghost King

Yah, Yah, Yah, here we go now, Yah

Little ghost wasn't raised in Compton
But young Ghost got it in up in Dena though
Where blood and Crips bumped heads like Billy goats
Or better yet battle Rams over pretty hoes
Little ghost wasn't raised in Compton
But young Ghost got it in up in Dena though
Where blood and Crips bumped heads like Billy goats
Or better yet battle Rams over pretty hoes

Strike a pose my people strike a pose
No matter where you go my people know how to strike a pose
Strike a pose my people strike a pose
No matter where you go my people know how to strike a pose

Hood revolts, chokeholds, and taser jolts
We get jacked for Bibles, dope, hope and rose gold
Clean, good, hot, dirty, paroled
Descendants of Atlantic slave trade illegally Patrolled
And controlled by a state that's de facto cause we're de jure off the Petron
These wack boys possess no bars that we hold
And they have no record of all the albums we've sold
Now with... this new Millie a Millie we talking more bold
All these Niggahs flash a Millie a Milli all for show
I saw a white black man posting our culture
Like he a prophet on some Moses Malone
They're clones, I'm a force of divine nature like a cyclone or a typhoon
On the seventh appearance of a blood moon
At the exact second
The Messiah incarnates into flesh crossing the threshold of his mother's womb
My rhyme hits the mind like Cali flowers in full bloom
So fill your lamp with this oil from a bridegroom
(Abuse of authority, illegitimate private gain, arrest of opponents to maintain reign)

Little ghost wasn't raised in Compton
But young Ghost got it in up in Dena though
Where blood and Crips bumped heads like Billy goats
Or better yet battle Rams over pretty hoes
Little ghost wasn't raised in Compton
But young Ghost got it in up in Dena though
Where blood and Crips bumped heads like Billy goats
Or better yet battle Rams over pretty hoes

Strike a pose my people strike a pose
No matter where you go my people know how to strike a pose
Strike a pose my people strike a pose
No matter where you go my people know how to strike a pose

When they put the gloves on you
It's an arrest of their opponents The criminal justice system
A system where criminals get the justice
Cause Gods heirs done forgot what just is
Plus lust, no trust, gets us cuffed and bused thrust in
To prisons, walking the yard stressed cause you're just in
Becoming a Muslum or better Christian
Lost to the knowledge that your God Yahweh's Hebrew Israelite children
Our opponents keeping us caged in
Whether locked in the big house or the little one under Cains kin
If you start talking too much knowledge and reaching the cream of the block
Words come from the top to stop the works of a true son of God
Especially in today's hip-hop passing through our Pasach
(Abuse of authority, illegitimate private gain
Arrest of opponents, proponents to maintain the reign)