paroles de chanson Elijah - 20 East

I put the game in a head lock, it's dead locked
It's in my roots like a dread lock
Running this thang like I'm Sonic The Hedgehog
They wanna knuckle up cause we been rapping our tails off
If I don't stay calm I might blow like I'm napalm
Roll up on you slow with tint darker than Akon
Or Draymond Green I'm rapping to make funds
Or make fun of rappers who can't rap they just saying some
I gotta relax though, really like what I be mad for
They want us wearing chains cause they remind 'em of shackles
The road to fame ain't mad for black folks
That's why when I star dies they call it a black hole
I digress I'm trynna hide my stress
Too many people trynna buy success
Too many rappers wanna lie for the checks
I just keep praying to the Lord, where I find my strength
Elijah Rock

Now look I'm back at it
This auto crack attacking your Black Magic
G-O-D inside the IV's I cure with the rap tactics
No way to bite me and love me the same
I'm a needle and a blade trapped in your jugular vein
No time to rest, gotta get that sharpness off your chest
After that you're likely to sleep well
That's what you get for praising niggas who give blood for pre-sells
You ain't get that nigga oh well not waisting time to repeat it
Hate niggas with a full time job claiming they Jesus
Spartan will if there's no skill in the field You a waisted fetus
Most humans don't know that insanity a form of genius
And we know our power
Creating wealth to purchase hours
Never ask Me what I choose I choose Pyramids over Towers
A black hell to you cowards
My pen created the vouchers
The vultures, the acid showers
The mortals speaking out louder
The kings prepared for the battle
The ones who are never rattled
My ego told Me to kill them
Elijah was not a villain, 6ixx

Cautious, mine been up but they ain't lost it
The conscious rapper following the plan laid by the prophets
I believe the victories' always been flawless
Remember what you taught us
But some how, now I'm pissing on the papers in yo daddy's office
He slipping trynna reach the panic button
I got the 40 cause bullets are cheaper by the dozen
So it ain't no rushin'
Oh lord can we be better
I shot the lyric
Just to put the pieces it together
But this can't be forever
Cause we oppressed
Descendant of black flesh
Pushed by the system to act less
Then forced to trust in the process
So we raise the roof until it goes higher
Until we see signs of the Messiah and hear the hems from the choirs
Going Oh-E-li-jah
These niggas playing with fire
Humble me Lord that's what I need when I pray
Cover 'em Lord
They need it when they coming my way, yeah