Ransom - No Introduction lyrics
[Ransom - No Introduction lyrics]
They said that the fire is gone
But it never left
Hotter than the brimstone found deep
In the devils chest
No religion I hold the vision
Farther than heavens steps hope you listen
Ain't no forgiven driven by every breath
My pops could of stuck around
But instead he left so he met his death
Fuck grieving im already stressed
Bring it to the calistenics nice steady reps
Im doing heavy sets drinking on every rest
They say im very blessed
I think a different way
I sell a clip of yay and Nia got kicks today
I ain't got shit to say this
Is just a sick display
Street religion I give em
Grab a clip and pray
Im legendary and sharper then ten machetes
My vocals invoke spirit's and
Wake up the cemetaries
Where acres of men are buried
My hands on the eagles and
The only safeties I know
They playing the secondary
You haters are never ready, my words dope
Take em in vain
They'll have you shakin like
Patients from epilepsy
Im saying you best respect me
The last one of his kind
A street prophet you better pray
That this vest protect me
Don't wait til the feds arrest me
My life should be celebrated
Visions of middle-aged niggas saying
They never made it
The worlds segregated the have and have nots
Blast shots what you expect?
We ain't been educated
Im mentally elevated Im meant to be levitated
Those who oppose me is eventually devastated
Im hated by many respected by all
Loved by the ones who told me
I was destined to fall
Aggresive and raw I don't
Use discretion at all
Artistic violence, all of my weapons can draw
From here to eternity my
Words will be surgery
Mercifully the devil'll curse whoever
Gave birth to me
The booth is my solitude this
Is church for me
You shouldn't even exist on the
Same earth as me
Send em straight to mercury for trying
To spit a verse at me
Im perfectly chiseled from cast iron
My verses are scriptures from past zion
I worship the pistol and blast iron
Submerged in the issues of scag buying
My vivid tales of street horror will leave
Scars in the worst part of ya
Brain and destroy it like pearl harbor
This boy is the worlds author
Autobiographical scriptures the first
Father jus listen and work harder
But it never left
Hotter than the brimstone found deep
In the devils chest
No religion I hold the vision
Farther than heavens steps hope you listen
Ain't no forgiven driven by every breath
My pops could of stuck around
But instead he left so he met his death
Fuck grieving im already stressed
Bring it to the calistenics nice steady reps
Im doing heavy sets drinking on every rest
They say im very blessed
I think a different way
I sell a clip of yay and Nia got kicks today
I ain't got shit to say this
Is just a sick display
Street religion I give em
Grab a clip and pray
Im legendary and sharper then ten machetes
My vocals invoke spirit's and
Wake up the cemetaries
Where acres of men are buried
My hands on the eagles and
The only safeties I know
They playing the secondary
You haters are never ready, my words dope
Take em in vain
They'll have you shakin like
Patients from epilepsy
Im saying you best respect me
The last one of his kind
A street prophet you better pray
That this vest protect me
Don't wait til the feds arrest me
My life should be celebrated
Visions of middle-aged niggas saying
They never made it
The worlds segregated the have and have nots
Blast shots what you expect?
We ain't been educated
Im mentally elevated Im meant to be levitated
Those who oppose me is eventually devastated
Im hated by many respected by all
Loved by the ones who told me
I was destined to fall
Aggresive and raw I don't
Use discretion at all
Artistic violence, all of my weapons can draw
From here to eternity my
Words will be surgery
Mercifully the devil'll curse whoever
Gave birth to me
The booth is my solitude this
Is church for me
You shouldn't even exist on the
Same earth as me
Send em straight to mercury for trying
To spit a verse at me
Im perfectly chiseled from cast iron
My verses are scriptures from past zion
I worship the pistol and blast iron
Submerged in the issues of scag buying
My vivid tales of street horror will leave
Scars in the worst part of ya
Brain and destroy it like pearl harbor
This boy is the worlds author
Autobiographical scriptures the first
Father jus listen and work harder