paroles de chanson Destined for Greatness - Q Ham

Cheah it's Q, The Finest, on a J. Rambo production
And this is Destined for Greatness, na

I'm the wool fabric that caused static
And since Illmatic living acrobatic simplys been a habit
Now a habitant of places that's adequate
No time for that faddish st
I'm tryna make that everlasting st
A lyrical assassin accused of track harassing
Pedal mashin' my passion is just to cash in
Living in a box I had to learn to think up out it
Musically I sprouted but still many people doubted
My talents and abilities writing capabilities
My mental agility ignites my actions physically
Executive decisions have me moving with precision
My pen makes incisions on the pads that I envision
I guess I'm operating just waiting on the ratings
If it's Hell on Earth then we're all sons of Satan
But Heaven's still adjacent so that's what I'm chasing
To accomplish my mission I can never be complacent
Enemies envy me cause I'm a force of energy hip-hops remedy
Resurrector of this here genre
Comma, I'm not one for drama
Nor do I plant seeds like a farmer to become a beat that's dead
These rhymes are fed through an IV of spoken words
And out of your reach like a flock of ascending birds
Appetizing like hors d'oeuvres
Emphasizingly I emerge as the nicest MC that's ever been produced by the 'burbs
Your enthusiasm I curb like Larry David so crave it
Your lives should be brought to the altar just so you can save it
Get christened, listen
That's word to my nephew Tristan
I'll lose my religion to make you a memory that's distant
My mind's runnin' like pistons and I don't mean in Michigan
I'm talking bout the ones that sit on michelins and firestones
Nah I ain't home I'm somewhere in ya area
Knocking down barriers with a shovel used to bury ya
Stereotypes of a na with a pigment this light is prolly
That I'm outta style and I can't fight but yea right
In the dead of night I'll decapitate a head off a bike
Confess to the crime then tell you ns sike, ha
It wasn't I, how do you expect to fly with clipped wings from an Excalibur blade
The same one that's tapin' your fade to insert you inside of a grave of sand
I've been destined for greatness since Mom's first sonogram uh

Shot down in the streets
A drug dealer on the block
A government slave trapped
A stock broker counting knots
A gangsta totin' a glock with cops arresting me
Dear Lord, what's my destiny
Unsigned tryna get a deal
An artist tryna sell a mil
Locked up for tryna keep st real
Tryna cook up good music but can't find the recipe
Dear Lord, what's my destiny
Uh tell me how can you hate this, huh
When I'm destined for greatness na
But I'm not done

I'm the main attraction main event I figured I would stay and vent
The booth is now my campground give me a sec to make a tent
God I repent for questioning your intent
I asked you my destiny but really what I meant to do was praise you amaze you
Not to verbally haze you
I can't act like the wrong I do doesn't phase you
Cause it does and all you ever gave me was your love
And no matter what you're always there helping from above
So no longer will I ask you what's my destiny
I'll let this be a lesson for me
I thank you so much for blessing me
So in this song's closing statement I give an honor to you for being destined for greatness