Prompt / Lyrics
Po pimping Po prophet Poor Righteous teacher Rakim ing speakers Shut your mouth like shaft Silence scribes in class 1st 3rd im Saturday I have no class Slummin and bummin Thought booming beats Bare feet on streets See me running through Sound Zoom Boom Like bap No Halle berry baps Open mic snaps Lyrics Hot Like combs on negro naps Wake up sleepy heads Cats dead heads fed fed Wondering why streets read Souls crying lying where innocence bled Hear me speak Andromeda reach Looking for the Beginning of Time To begin my Rhyme Surround my Lyrics with lyme They got us listening to Christmas chimes Looking at a white Jesus in a manger Isn't that a Christmas Crime They sacrificed the original man And we being thankful for giving Like SHUT YOUR MOUTH Stop Jive ing me Its Turkey time we be the turkeys Looking for gobble We can't seem to Recognize our Queens To busy watching her Booty wobble Dying over color squabbles Mixing the alphabets Man do you understand Scrabble When the war starts Legs eggs Will be to late to scramble They made you forget about yesterday So we would have no hope for tomorrow How can the white house become Key Largo Tariffs on all commodity And We are the key barcode Got us so busy being dumb We look at social security numbers And we don't see barcode LLC we willingly be barcode Study my Lyrics and you will see barcode Class dismissed I hope you paid attention Tilla Sonrise pinned this pad Notable mention Class dismissed I hope you paid attention Tilla Sonrise pinned this pad Notable mention Just spittin that This piece don't need no hook Plenty pictures here Open your ears read the book Class dismissed I hope you paid attention Tilla Sonrise pinned this pad Notable mention Class dismissed I hope you paid attention Tilla Sonrise pinned this pad Notable mention Just spittin that This piece don't need no hook Plenty pictures here Open your ears read the book Man I wanna rap some more LET IT RIDE Tilla Sonrise peace Yo forget that Let the Lyrics collide We are a collection of inspection Ask anybody presidential election They will spin billions of dollars on an east room While the people starve While the countries in debt We in Danger like Rodney in the field No respect Treated like discarded Rejects Destroyed the family with footsteps Now they taking the checks We need to Wu Tang and Inspect the deck We need the Word to make Peace be still Or throw Jonah over the deck In Battle we gotta have faith in God to keep His Word But if we expect God To keep His Word We gotta Keep his Word They got us all in a funk Living in blues I gotta watch what I say Dont wanna get sued We live in a world where Government's ban the truth Trying to take freedom of speech from the booth Been banding bars birth Born beyond boom 73 third of June Born into death the Womb first Tomb Gotta be Nicodemus born again To hear Gabriel's horn again Less the Vale be torn again Been born line walking thin Tilla Sonrise peace
Tags
1993 West Coast Hip Hop, dj scratching
Duration
4:00
Instrumental
No
Created
10/24/2025