Ransom, Nicholas Craven - The Reaper’s Hood lyrics
[Ransom, Nicholas Craven - The Reaper’s Hood lyrics]
Ayo, I got a beautiful mind, man for real
Give me my roses while I’m here
I done see shit so differently, man
It’s like
It’s like I can picture everything
Every word in my head, I picture it
Several bullet wounds on these hooded goons
You could assume it’s the type of
Product you cooked in spoons
I took the fumes so every
Drug that they would consume
When opportunity knocked
It came in and shook the room
Why do I speak so vividly
On these crooked tunes?
Why should I preach my ministry
When you look to coon?
Nah, this ain’t the average street rhetoric
I teach etiquette i speak delicate
But move with the strength
To impeach presidents
You made them think that your art’s official
But all I see is this artificial
I don’t concern myself with
These artists issues i got daughters
Come feel the wrath of their father’s pistols
From a era when bootlegging DVDs
Might’ve been thought better than have
A career in medicine
I’m from a era where a pack of Newports
A pint of some Everclear
I take away pain as if it was never there
My every vocal is carved with a diamond
The Harvard of rhyming
The stars is aligning
That’s marvelous timing
Far from a street rapper
I’m Langston Hughes with a tainted view
You soft as a hymen, I’m breaking pussies
Too late for rookies a scholar like WEB
How the fuck could you be me? Every
Single word I utter is 3D
A motion picture, my picture’s in motion
A different devotion
That’s what sets me apart from
All these dicks you’re promoting
Fact i still got it, man
I still got it i be talking, man
The Reaper’s Hood, boy
Give me my roses while I’m here
I done see shit so differently, man
It’s like
It’s like I can picture everything
Every word in my head, I picture it
Several bullet wounds on these hooded goons
You could assume it’s the type of
Product you cooked in spoons
I took the fumes so every
Drug that they would consume
When opportunity knocked
It came in and shook the room
Why do I speak so vividly
On these crooked tunes?
Why should I preach my ministry
When you look to coon?
Nah, this ain’t the average street rhetoric
I teach etiquette i speak delicate
But move with the strength
To impeach presidents
You made them think that your art’s official
But all I see is this artificial
I don’t concern myself with
These artists issues i got daughters
Come feel the wrath of their father’s pistols
From a era when bootlegging DVDs
Might’ve been thought better than have
A career in medicine
I’m from a era where a pack of Newports
A pint of some Everclear
I take away pain as if it was never there
My every vocal is carved with a diamond
The Harvard of rhyming
The stars is aligning
That’s marvelous timing
Far from a street rapper
I’m Langston Hughes with a tainted view
You soft as a hymen, I’m breaking pussies
Too late for rookies a scholar like WEB
How the fuck could you be me? Every
Single word I utter is 3D
A motion picture, my picture’s in motion
A different devotion
That’s what sets me apart from
All these dicks you’re promoting
Fact i still got it, man
I still got it i be talking, man
The Reaper’s Hood, boy