Testo Self-Meditated - Prince Ayinde
Testo della canzone Self-Meditated (Prince Ayinde), tratta dall'album The 19th
Pass that scroll, we still in limbo
Old ass man tryna be my kinfolk
The bar he set, but I cleared the fence
I just wanna have my own pot to piss in
Rhymes reflect my mind, ballistic
Big cannon, speak a dynamite stick
But walls of Jericho fell from Trump-ets
America hell bound in a rocket
Changing topics, astronomic
I belt a constellation, Orion
Iron Fist but I'm in the Cage
That's Luke with the force and the Father's rage
Huh, a lions pace in the hillsides
Y'all talk freedom, but then go and cave?
Leaps of faith is what I'm all about
Akashic records when I spit a bout
Knuck if you buck
We gon' let the squad get loose one time
And if you think you tough
Test your luck, you not gettin by
And if you need a plug
You better turn into an outlet (Ayy)
You are not about it (Wait)
We ain't gonna put you on to nothin'
Put you on to nothin' (Yeah)
We ain't gonna put you on to nothin' (Uh)
You are not the kinfolk
So what you need the key for?
Get your duck ass face from 'round us
The less you know, the more you Dead
You Walking round while I'm counting heads
Some think their Root should be the Crown
False royalty, don't give it round
Mm, I said my squad is discipline
We keep it a hunnid and we keep it authentic
It's no wonder the life we be livin in
Christening niggas, I ain't even Christian
Jesus pieces, Mona Lisa's dipped in melanin
Them chocolate features
I be going round pickin out Cathedrals
We make Salat like we follow Isa
Pisa, pizza, both need correction
You like pepperoni? Your view is slanted
I'm Peter Piper, controlling the masses
Mastering class, y'all students average
I average about 90 a Cloud
Niggas is corny, making Sound for the clout
I keep it real and I keep it fresh
My name is Prince, you Will respect
I know, that bar was lowkey expected
I know, this flow is lowkey eclectic
Suckas is phony, never spit truth
Superman flow, I change in the booth
Woah
Knuck if you buck
We gon' let the squad get loose one time
And if you think you tough
Test your luck, you not gettin by
And if you need a plug
You better turn into an outlet (Ayy)
You are not about it (Wait)
We ain't gonna put you--
Wait
Scratch the hook, we goin straight through
Nate said "Prince, go off, show and prove
That you and M-C
See eye to eye
If you got the sauce then build the Rue"
My roots go back Channel Orange blues
Sierra, will you let me chill with you?
Nah, she ain't coming back
She probably think I'm too good for that
That's another day, another dollar
That's another pain for me to harbor
It's too bad we never made it back
But I got God, so I'm good with that
I might still travel to Ms. Leone
Just to see what she be on
My ancestors seemed to love her so
But she let them go, in the holes of ships
Now they making interpretations
Trader left, their language vacant
No one left to speak their own
And they couldn't swim, that levy's breaking
Levy's breaking
Levy's breaking
No one left to speak their own
And they couldn't swim, that levy's breaking
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Writer(s): Ayinde Muhammad
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