Testo Thy Rod & Thy Staff - KillaTooma
Testo della canzone Thy Rod & Thy Staff (KillaTooma), tratta dall'album The Third Pillar
Turn Me Up J.Kav
Aye Yo Donz Press Play
I just had a epiphany
Now I 'bout to write a symphony
And I ain't going give the competition sympathy
You know your highness used to victory
I ain't with the faking or the trickery
How I drop and disappear I know that they so sick of me
They always overlook that I still hold the flame like hickory
Give them rope to hang they self like pussy nigga pick a tree
We ain't the same and that's in every way
Right down to the grade that I medicate
And that's all besides from the heavy weight
If you shopping, then I want 5 for the 28
They say I was lying coming through the gate
Now I does blow their minds 'cause they see the rate
They say I treat the track like how I treat a plate
With every other line I drop, I make the beat incinerate
That's why only me they going appreciate
I guess that's why that I could see and feel the hate
But from the local scene I 'bout to graduate
'Cause I's the ill-est where I from and nigga that's to date
I more than the king, I really a God
My left hand clutch the Staff, the right got the Rod
They claim they runnin' the game, they really a fad
Should've cherish what you have, 'cause now it's what you had
But then that's kinda sad
But then again I don't care
Grip my FNH, it make me live with no fear
My plug is Osiris, he just give me 4 pairs
I just had a epiphany
You know your highness used to victory
May I say something to you
To give you a true knowledge of yourself and life
So that the same glory and success attained by other men
Who understand themselves may be yours
If you want it pursue it, just get up and then do it
Attitude, just renew it and watch your bank turn to fluid
They didn't think I could do it, all then I thought they were stupid
I 'bout to transform my life they busy worried 'bout cupid
Could see myself in a Range, watching' the stock them exchange
If you content then you lame, wan be A.I. of the game
Big Fundamental the same, V.I. we come from the grain
Sitting' on top of the chain, put some respect on the name
Yeah, "The Weigh In" was cool, but I call dah deh practice
We talking 'bout practice man
Now I ain't playing no fool, they 'bout to hear cross the atlas
With my dogs from in school, was never fond of the rules
We thoroughbred, them is mules, we looking paper in pools
You could only be great if you use your mind how it state
Be the whale to a bait and catch a laugh from the hate
Now watch me walk on the moon, Ex Bad Boy like Loon
Then I run into Allah, but still trying stack a dollar
And I talking bout M's, Maybach and the Benz
I am him, full stop, don't give a damn who they send
'Cause I bringing the bars and they can't cover the ends
The Killa Roc like the Nation, Kodak see through the lens
Man in the full knowledge of himself
Is a superb and supreme creature of creation
When man becomes possessor of the knowledge of himself
He becomes master of his environment
The captain of his own ship, the accomplisher of his own ends
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Writer(s): Jacoy Leland Brathwaite
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