Posted by Dominus o.k.a the REAL Phokuzd Lyrics: (C. Holmes) 1st Verse: 2nd Verse:
on July 13, 2006, 9:49 pm
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Return of a martyr, baby, I�m back on the crucifix
Rapping out my life, I aint passing off the stupid shit
World on my back, I got a whole planet, I hold down
I�m a young man with a soul that�s as old as Motown
I can�t do average, nigga living above the game
My princess left, I�m flying solo like a hover plane
I don�t give a flruck bout how dirty you spit
Call me Hamilton, cuz if I let the thirty two Rip
I�m found in the back roads, a dirty dude flip
With a dirty shirt, faded jeans and dirty blue kicks
Caesar to the death, Daddy on my sleeve then
I�m hitting the block, no a nigga�s not sleeping
Saturdays do I sleep in? NO � not even
Either I hustle the music or a nigga not eating
Living in the crib and his mama don�t feed him
For my age range, I see it as an achievement
I�m trying to hit the game with a thunderous sound
Haters forming a fist they trying to knuckle me down
Prince aiming for king and I want to be crowned
Born fly, airborne I refuse touching the ground
Whether you nine to five or you heading your dreams
Even if you gotta sell blue and yellow for green
Coaching doljahs, a nigga gotta setup a team
You heating up the water trying to sell out the steam
Nigga get yours, keep in mind that I�m on ya squad
Each and all religion, whether Allah or God
Let�s stay on the grind, keeping heaven in mind
That�s the goal post, touchdown every time
Aim for the stars, never shoot at the floor
It�s time my niggas knock on opportunity�s door
And as far as being slaves, nigga, never again
We can batter down the door if they aint letting us in
3rd verse:
This for the pimps that be working them broads
For my legal eagles out there working the laws
To my sports players out there busting they balls
Niggas on the job and to my hustling dogs
To all my musicians that�s sharing my trade
To my stick and move niggas gotta carry a blade
College niggas daily better check on your grades
Any body bout they money know they better get paid
Niggas on the outside that�s sweaty in pain
With not so much more than pay check on the brain
To my scheme and plotting niggas trying to be made
To my church going fam steady trying to get saved
From the burbs to the ghetto be you set in your ways
Be you and about your betterment for everyday
Never a better chance than the here and the now
Even when ya down, your head�s still in the clouds
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