

Prompt / Lyrics
These cats round here Acting like nephelim When it comes to the word play God be the best of em Sudafed these cats Peace I rested them Development arrested them Garden of Eden tested them Cats needs naps I ain't talkin neck line These burning sands You ain't crossing No Greek to follow They still tryna check mine I explode the field like Holy Field hears Straighten combs to the neck line Saint no Nick's I be Cannon From the drum line to the Gun Line I be boss Caged to save the Albotross The last of my kind The rage of an uncaged mind You'll never see me in a line With men battling men to see who's better I'm the God of War So cold I wear the battlefield for a sweater God of War don't mean Mars Cause I don't steal knowledge Nor claim Greek But when i speak I make you God seek Using bird songs and creek beats Cherokee Apache Navaho flow Standing room only wall to wall Ceiling to the floor From the pulpit to the doe Cats claiming number one because of cash flow Keep the slave masters just give me the trees Growing crops is the only way you find me on my knees Unlike some of these Sodom and Gomorrah emcess And if the real ones got the trees You can't make no dough Sorry France and England Alkebulan is taking back there gold And all you usta be real emcees You need to go back to the moment before you fell to your knees And reclaim your soul What good is fame With a tainted name Ain't nothing but shame In a crowded lane I keep my lyrics pure like pain Wet Seaport Rain In a universe full of billions of galaxies Who brags about woodgrain When the streets are full of bloodstained How many babies have been buried And I dont mean in throats Of the willin women Who call it birth control And paper winning Soul thinning still sinning The sinister acts of triggers pulled back Incessantly trying to reenact the death of a black man So who cares about battles between rapping billionaires who come from projects and the projects are still there They say that black lives matter But their Rhymes show That they don't care I open eyes and Tare tears apart I speak to the soul of men Become the beat of the heart Truth and love in every bar I need no score There is no best rapper If you aint using your bars To help the people fight this war Like broadcast system test We are all just men When you die and come back again then I'll call you the best Been there done that Men humble yourself Tilla Sonrise Peace
Tags
Boom bap Hip Hop soul, studio
4:00
No
5/6/2025