Lyrics Thru the Fire - Tasha The Amazon

Yup, the truth gon' hurt
Play by the rules but the rules don't work,
Cash rules everything prove your worth,
Enough to make a pure heart do some dirt

So, light this swish up, start this bitch up,
Do what you gotta and I'm right there with you
Got no permission, on a mad mission
To fuck shit up from all positions

These are the days when shit goes down
Reach for the sky or kiss the ground
Nothing to lose when the pigs come round
We rebel royals with no crown

Ring the alarm, that war sound
Rise with the tide or ya'll drown
Pump your brakes and just slow down
We rebel royals with no crown

My peoples ain't copping no Porsches,
They're hopping up all on my warship,
They're burning down shit they don't like,
And destroying all that they worship

We live a quick life with no foot brake
My people push rhymes or they push weight
Kush ain't no crime, it's the hood way
But a crook's nine is a crook's fate

It's a good day, for a campaign
Shaka Zulu my damn name
New York, Egypt, Bahrain
Every siren sounds the damn same

No half crooks, no half kings,
No title prize for a half win,
My mind's hungry, like fasting
For a shine that's everlasting.

I've been to the top while I was wrestling with my shadow
I've been a rebel in the desert, I done battled through the fire
Through the fire

Done led an army and I brought down walls of castles
Done been alone against the world and I done battled through the fire
Through the fire

Through the fire, passed it,
Did that shit my own way
A phoenix from the ashes,
A diamond in a roach tray

So okay, you best know
The world is mine, Esco
The ghetto manifesto
Rally my troops and let's go

Cause these days, the whole hood hurts
Can't make rent, put in work
They with the pay get to run earth
And never look at what they done birthed

So, these are the days my team reigns
Watch for the coup on the replay,
Victory laps on the freeway
Got my head spinning like weed haze.

No time for beefing with cliques
No mind for heaving these bricks,
Tat read 'Azad' so I'm free as god
And I'm saving wall street a clip

Money don't know how to act
So guerrillas on attack,
I set fire to theithey backs
Yeah, I lit it with they racks

Cause I love the smell of gasoline,
Balaclavas at the cash machine
And these Guy Fawkes on my blocks
Norman Rockwell come paint this scene

I been the best, survived the worst
Been tested and died of thirst,
Been passed and I been cursed,
I been the last and now I'm the first

Cause I hear a humming coming from all around
Killer bees on their way up from underground
Can't nobody, nobody hold us down
We rebel royals with no crown

Cause I hear a humming coming from all around
Killer bees on their way up from underground
Can't nobody, nobody hold us down
We rebel royals with no crown