Текст песни Immortal - Street Light

1) I am immortal in the truest form.
Riding on a slave ship Navigating through the storm Prince on the bass when Dizzy get busy, blew the horn Still, he at the pinnacle, when my physical moving on.
Heart of Martin Luther, take em' back into the future, but I'm rapping like I'm Malcolm.
And the outcome is the shooter from the balcony where they're about to sing a Hallelujah, praise Jesus, we don't need this alchemy or Kamasutra.
Promised acres, take an inch and aggravate the ruler.
Still, I graduate and Window shop for Apple made computers.
Yea.
Calculate statistics and sample bullet ballistics to aggregate all the rumors through agitated consumers.
I know you had to sail us right before you tried to sell us First a ship and then a whip So I ain't sold on what you tell us.
Uh.
I'm about to take the reigns over Just so when they reign's over, they can't even rain over the umbrellas. (
2) And then we landed.
And when we landed, they had branded brothers from another planet.
Smallpox blanket make us take the cold for granted Gold finger roll, everything they lay up underhanded.
Clap for Andrew Jackson, baby, ain't nobody cold as you.
Carry me with Cherokee or bury me Lakota-Sioux European pest solution, retribution overdue Execution.
All the sweat you losing cuz you know it's true.
Hate on what we make until you culturally appropriate it.
Profit from the projects when you find a way to imitate it This is God-given, while I'm living only He can take it Holy Ghost, I spit Jehovah flow up in my homie's basement I know the Bible tell me turn the other cheek But I get real protective when I watch my little brothers sleep I want to live in perfect harmony Even when it's hard, but you gon need more than weapons if you ever try to target me You gone need the whole armory And still deal with God if you ever try to start with me So whoever take a shot me is captured reel quick and I talking bout photography (
3) Tell Donald Trump that we ain't hearing it And we ain't fearing it.
I seen God intervene as I shift between pyramids Who knew in 2016, rap would need lyricists?
They laughed at me, feeling it's actually mean-spirited It's battle music.
And if the rap rhymes, that'll do it.
To your friends, call me nigga But you know I'm not as stupid as you try to make us And in the language you not as fluent I am the poet- laureate of the time No glory yet for the rhymes, before we get into prime, Y'all witness.
The end of the game and it's all business at the gates of Hell, you playing yourselves like a scrimmage.