Reverend William Burke - Who is Tha Man lyrics
[Reverend William Burke - Who is Tha Man lyrics]
"Who is, the man?"
Heavy metal blast devils, shovels bury devils
I travel through lower levels
Killing demons and rebels
We peddles musical crack that
Settles in your veins embezzles your soul
And sizzles your beautiful brain
The Reverend Burke will maintain
Even though he insane
And he'll spit flames and lick
Shots off like Jesse James
I feel the pain like I'm
Locked in a chain gang
And bang on the railroad frame so
You can ride the train
"Who is, the man?"
I sold all my money
Gave away food when I was hungry
And prayed for enemies who didn't love me
But trust me
God appreciate it when you live humbly
Satan smile like it's funny, but buddy
Allah don't like ugly
"Who is, the man?"
Bust back and clap, or get ya wig cracked
In fact
We all strapped with macs, but still scrap
Cuz it's like that
So put the gat down, nah Jack
Put yours on the ground first
Reverse the attack
In combat, we don't back down
The Chi is that town
Where them girls hit the track
And make stacks pound
Even cops get slapped 'round
Get caught round the wrong part of town
A wrong project building
It's elementary that eventually I'mma
See the penetentiary
They picking off my family tree
We live an OG, G's up
Snitches down lifestyle
Gambino gangstas who keep a low profile
"Who is, the man?"
"Who is, the man?"
"Who is, the man?"
Heavy metal blast devils, shovels bury devils
I travel through lower levels
Killing demons and rebels
We peddles musical crack that
Settles in your veins embezzles your soul
And sizzles your beautiful brain
The Reverend Burke will maintain
Even though he insane
And he'll spit flames and lick
Shots off like Jesse James
I feel the pain like I'm
Locked in a chain gang
And bang on the railroad frame so
You can ride the train
"Who is, the man?"
I sold all my money
Gave away food when I was hungry
And prayed for enemies who didn't love me
But trust me
God appreciate it when you live humbly
Satan smile like it's funny, but buddy
Allah don't like ugly
"Who is, the man?"
Bust back and clap, or get ya wig cracked
In fact
We all strapped with macs, but still scrap
Cuz it's like that
So put the gat down, nah Jack
Put yours on the ground first
Reverse the attack
In combat, we don't back down
The Chi is that town
Where them girls hit the track
And make stacks pound
Even cops get slapped 'round
Get caught round the wrong part of town
A wrong project building
It's elementary that eventually I'mma
See the penetentiary
They picking off my family tree
We live an OG, G's up
Snitches down lifestyle
Gambino gangstas who keep a low profile
"Who is, the man?"
"Who is, the man?"
"Who is, the man?"