Pharoahe Monch, Prince Po - God Send lyrics
[Pharoahe Monch, Prince Po - God Send lyrics]
My mom is in the bedroom, crying again
Sister's on the street corner, lying again
Just heard about another one of
My niggas dying again
I'm trying again to make moves
I'll be damned if we go hungry
Ever since my pops passed
The responsibilities belonged to me
This song you see is like an ode to God
That he blessed my last breath
To be Allahu Akbar and this city is hard
Tenement buildings are barred
Incarcerated and scarred
No sentiment for when it becomes time for war
I'm trying to score like Bernard King
My vocal box sling verbal
Cocaine like the government
I told you I'd hurt the music
Travelling back, busting shots at
(gunshots) before Christ was persecuted
Mathematically, we live at right angles
Fuck the Star Spangled
The mayor's the fallen angel
Dangling from moon crescents, I persevere
Breathe the air
Inhale the effervescence of life
This street game is stifling I'm trifling
Upholding a rifle
Peering from behind the eyes of God
We at odds with ourselves
What is it worth when
This barren metropolis prevail?
Scale the walls of hell, trail of a octopus
I've seen it all through the eyes of a needle
Depletion of the planet
Brainwash of the people
Niggas'll never learn
(Shit) we just concerned about
Who's fucking who
When time is of significance
Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent
Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal
Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil
Credit's about to roll and hell is the sequel
Incarcerated Scarfaces in all places
Crack sales rise, failed lives
Cops and robber car chases
Y2K fuck up, you're left faceless
Hustlers bury money in Garcia
Vega cigar cases
Give the drummer some pianos, guitar basses
Trumpet in tune
Pharoahe and Prince legitimate reasons
For why they thumping
Hi, I'm the most endangered species
By all means, survival is what I teach seeds
First time offenders catching
Seven to fifteen
Now my vision of life is hell
And heaven on split screen
Bust your shit like Mitch Greene
(Snitch) , I switch scenes
Bring drama to that ass
That's how we on it in Queens (What?)
Stray bullets continue shattering dreams
Battering spleens i'm gathering schemes
Had only cream just as bad as a fiend
Take food from a table and
Get drunk to your death
Now feel it in your heart from
The love in my breath
I've seen it all through the eyes of a needle
Depletion of the planet
Brainwash of the people
Niggas'll never learn
(Shit) we just concerned about
Who's fucking who
When time is of significance
Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent
Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal
Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil
Credit's about to roll and hell is the sequel
Sister's on the street corner, lying again
Just heard about another one of
My niggas dying again
I'm trying again to make moves
I'll be damned if we go hungry
Ever since my pops passed
The responsibilities belonged to me
This song you see is like an ode to God
That he blessed my last breath
To be Allahu Akbar and this city is hard
Tenement buildings are barred
Incarcerated and scarred
No sentiment for when it becomes time for war
I'm trying to score like Bernard King
My vocal box sling verbal
Cocaine like the government
I told you I'd hurt the music
Travelling back, busting shots at
(gunshots) before Christ was persecuted
Mathematically, we live at right angles
Fuck the Star Spangled
The mayor's the fallen angel
Dangling from moon crescents, I persevere
Breathe the air
Inhale the effervescence of life
This street game is stifling I'm trifling
Upholding a rifle
Peering from behind the eyes of God
We at odds with ourselves
What is it worth when
This barren metropolis prevail?
Scale the walls of hell, trail of a octopus
I've seen it all through the eyes of a needle
Depletion of the planet
Brainwash of the people
Niggas'll never learn
(Shit) we just concerned about
Who's fucking who
When time is of significance
Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent
Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal
Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil
Credit's about to roll and hell is the sequel
Incarcerated Scarfaces in all places
Crack sales rise, failed lives
Cops and robber car chases
Y2K fuck up, you're left faceless
Hustlers bury money in Garcia
Vega cigar cases
Give the drummer some pianos, guitar basses
Trumpet in tune
Pharoahe and Prince legitimate reasons
For why they thumping
Hi, I'm the most endangered species
By all means, survival is what I teach seeds
First time offenders catching
Seven to fifteen
Now my vision of life is hell
And heaven on split screen
Bust your shit like Mitch Greene
(Snitch) , I switch scenes
Bring drama to that ass
That's how we on it in Queens (What?)
Stray bullets continue shattering dreams
Battering spleens i'm gathering schemes
Had only cream just as bad as a fiend
Take food from a table and
Get drunk to your death
Now feel it in your heart from
The love in my breath
I've seen it all through the eyes of a needle
Depletion of the planet
Brainwash of the people
Niggas'll never learn
(Shit) we just concerned about
Who's fucking who
When time is of significance
Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent
Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal
Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil
Credit's about to roll and hell is the sequel