Boldy James, Passport Rav - Battle Horn lyrics
[Boldy James, Passport Rav - Battle Horn lyrics]
Uh lex With The Records
I go by the name Passport Rav
And what it sound like?
I realize a lot of niggas
Got positions from proximity
No talent havin', lackin' lyrics
No conspiracy (None)
Show chivalry, no bigotry, old niggery
Flow so symmetry, killin' you, no diddly
Squat and lift the whole Earth
My plot will twist coal up into
Stones until your soul burst (Boom)
A universal soul search
I drink a Four Loko, transform into Quasimoto
You might see me
My mental projection in Acapulco
(So out there)
You got mad followers with no dough
Though I can't relate
I spent too many years with canned
Food on the pantry plate
Fear's much stronger than intelligence
No benevolence throw your goofy ass on the
Street with no severance
Halt irrelevance, fuck a job
You out in stitches
Sorry, but we filled that
Last token negro position
All the chiefs in the kitchen
No belief in the system
Hope the people would listen
Call police on your children
These our last days, probably
My peoples will be proud of me
I'd leave the Earth today
You driftin' off as a mockery
No Honest John's, Polycom mics on they body
Prob' gotta check your arm, leg, necks
Fuckin' maricon
Go on, get that body harmed (Uh, huh)
Separate your spirit from your temple
Like I'm Shang Tsung
Trump'll blow a battle horn
They called 'em crackers 'cause they used
To crack that whip on us
Take the strongest out the crib and
Whip that Black skin off 'em
Fuck a hashtag, my reparations overdue
Revolutionary music for a chosen few
What it Passport Rav
It's Blocks
I was robbed as a child of my innocence
(a young'un)
Now I'm a God on the mile to the menaces
Me and on the prowl
Put the finishin' touches on it
My file ain't got no blemish or smudges on it
(Where we at?) who want a feature? Told 'em
"Send me the budget on it"
The coupe don't need no key to start
Could just push a button on it
The button-up Burberry
Only button four buttons on it
Make you the butt of my jokes
Then feature Joe Budden on it (Haha)
Puffin' on the strongest weed that
Cali had to offer
First time I proposed to Connie
She left me at the altar
Caught up with another drug dealer
With a bigger bag
Died from a speedin' bullet
Definition of livin' fast
Bank shot off the backboard
Call it "kiss the glass"
Zig-Zag-Zig Allah set me on a different path
(Off course) all this money
Gotta be careful how I spend this cash
Made a half a mil' off Reggie Miller
No Genuine Draft where we at? (Game time)
I go by the name Passport Rav
And what it sound like?
I realize a lot of niggas
Got positions from proximity
No talent havin', lackin' lyrics
No conspiracy (None)
Show chivalry, no bigotry, old niggery
Flow so symmetry, killin' you, no diddly
Squat and lift the whole Earth
My plot will twist coal up into
Stones until your soul burst (Boom)
A universal soul search
I drink a Four Loko, transform into Quasimoto
You might see me
My mental projection in Acapulco
(So out there)
You got mad followers with no dough
Though I can't relate
I spent too many years with canned
Food on the pantry plate
Fear's much stronger than intelligence
No benevolence throw your goofy ass on the
Street with no severance
Halt irrelevance, fuck a job
You out in stitches
Sorry, but we filled that
Last token negro position
All the chiefs in the kitchen
No belief in the system
Hope the people would listen
Call police on your children
These our last days, probably
My peoples will be proud of me
I'd leave the Earth today
You driftin' off as a mockery
No Honest John's, Polycom mics on they body
Prob' gotta check your arm, leg, necks
Fuckin' maricon
Go on, get that body harmed (Uh, huh)
Separate your spirit from your temple
Like I'm Shang Tsung
Trump'll blow a battle horn
They called 'em crackers 'cause they used
To crack that whip on us
Take the strongest out the crib and
Whip that Black skin off 'em
Fuck a hashtag, my reparations overdue
Revolutionary music for a chosen few
What it Passport Rav
It's Blocks
I was robbed as a child of my innocence
(a young'un)
Now I'm a God on the mile to the menaces
Me and on the prowl
Put the finishin' touches on it
My file ain't got no blemish or smudges on it
(Where we at?) who want a feature? Told 'em
"Send me the budget on it"
The coupe don't need no key to start
Could just push a button on it
The button-up Burberry
Only button four buttons on it
Make you the butt of my jokes
Then feature Joe Budden on it (Haha)
Puffin' on the strongest weed that
Cali had to offer
First time I proposed to Connie
She left me at the altar
Caught up with another drug dealer
With a bigger bag
Died from a speedin' bullet
Definition of livin' fast
Bank shot off the backboard
Call it "kiss the glass"
Zig-Zag-Zig Allah set me on a different path
(Off course) all this money
Gotta be careful how I spend this cash
Made a half a mil' off Reggie Miller
No Genuine Draft where we at? (Game time)