Jake One, Little Brother - Bless the Child lyrics
[Jake One, Little Brother - Bless the Child lyrics]
Uh, I keep it simple and plain
And make it fly to ya
I never hold my tongue, I never lie to ya
I share joy and pain and even cry with ya
Passenger seat
Whenever it's time to ride with ya
Momma you're dealin with professionals
Relax, fall back, just settle down
He's a legend
You're fuckin with the best around
No stress, aw yes, God bless the child
Cause, I'm the last one spittin
Yes it is written
Everything I've done in the past
It was bitten
Niggas just kiddin, would so they lyin
Bur first or he tellin
Late fiction I ain't buyin
Yes I am eyein, piece of the pie and
Better get it soon cause
These labels keep dyin
You rappers tryin, already I am
Jake One to give 'em up, I'm a keep firin
'til I hear sirens
Blue lights flashin, LB mash on these niggas
I'm gettin kind of brash on these niggas
I don't kiss ass
Pussy niggas walkin by me with a speed pass
Ain't no heart in 'em
There's just a little bit of art in 'em
I'm no killer, I'd spare with 'em i'm a man
I don't think you niggas understand
You never could keep up with the plans
You don't hear me though
Uh, listen, listen
Aiyyo, I never won an Oscar
I just act like I want it
Die for my family and live for the moment
And that's the main difference between
Me and my opponent
They just say 'fuck the world
' I bone it like I own it
I wake up in the mornin
Hittin the ground runnin
Tryin to pound somethin
Still swingin a battle ax
They say 'life's a bitch
' but if life's a bitch
I'm throwin this D on her
Like she was my Cadillac
Killin her softly with long strokes
That's what the grown folks do when
They get down in the trenches
She don't want to give, so I take
And to her it's like rape
But to me it's just a conflict of entrance
Last play of the game, no time on the clock
And the margin of error
Is just a matter of inches
Fuck it we goin for it
Nigga balls to the wall
'Tigilo one of the illest
That you'll ever witness yes sir
No stress, aw yes, God bless the child uh
(Who's world is this?) yeah
Let's ride to it ("it's yours")
(Who's world is this?) Let's
Put the windows down
Let's ride to it ("it's yours")
(Who's world is this?) Let's
Turn the system up
Let's ride to it ("it's yours")
Put your elbow out the window
("it's yours") , let's go
(Who's world is this?, "it's yours")
("It's yours") - scratched
(Who's world is this?, "it's yours")
("It's") - scratched
(Who's world is this?, "it's yours")
And make it fly to ya
I never hold my tongue, I never lie to ya
I share joy and pain and even cry with ya
Passenger seat
Whenever it's time to ride with ya
Momma you're dealin with professionals
Relax, fall back, just settle down
He's a legend
You're fuckin with the best around
No stress, aw yes, God bless the child
Cause, I'm the last one spittin
Yes it is written
Everything I've done in the past
It was bitten
Niggas just kiddin, would so they lyin
Bur first or he tellin
Late fiction I ain't buyin
Yes I am eyein, piece of the pie and
Better get it soon cause
These labels keep dyin
You rappers tryin, already I am
Jake One to give 'em up, I'm a keep firin
'til I hear sirens
Blue lights flashin, LB mash on these niggas
I'm gettin kind of brash on these niggas
I don't kiss ass
Pussy niggas walkin by me with a speed pass
Ain't no heart in 'em
There's just a little bit of art in 'em
I'm no killer, I'd spare with 'em i'm a man
I don't think you niggas understand
You never could keep up with the plans
You don't hear me though
Uh, listen, listen
Aiyyo, I never won an Oscar
I just act like I want it
Die for my family and live for the moment
And that's the main difference between
Me and my opponent
They just say 'fuck the world
' I bone it like I own it
I wake up in the mornin
Hittin the ground runnin
Tryin to pound somethin
Still swingin a battle ax
They say 'life's a bitch
' but if life's a bitch
I'm throwin this D on her
Like she was my Cadillac
Killin her softly with long strokes
That's what the grown folks do when
They get down in the trenches
She don't want to give, so I take
And to her it's like rape
But to me it's just a conflict of entrance
Last play of the game, no time on the clock
And the margin of error
Is just a matter of inches
Fuck it we goin for it
Nigga balls to the wall
'Tigilo one of the illest
That you'll ever witness yes sir
No stress, aw yes, God bless the child uh
(Who's world is this?) yeah
Let's ride to it ("it's yours")
(Who's world is this?) Let's
Put the windows down
Let's ride to it ("it's yours")
(Who's world is this?) Let's
Turn the system up
Let's ride to it ("it's yours")
Put your elbow out the window
("it's yours") , let's go
(Who's world is this?, "it's yours")
("It's yours") - scratched
(Who's world is this?, "it's yours")
("It's") - scratched
(Who's world is this?, "it's yours")