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Tasha the Amazon
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Thru the Fire
Yup, the truth gon' hurt Play by the rules but the rules don't work, Cash rules everything prove your worth, Enough to make a pure heart do some dirt
So, light this swish up, start this bitch up, Do what you gotta and I'm right there with you Got no permission, on a mad mission To fuck shit up from all positions
These are the days when shit goes down Reach for the sky or kiss the ground Nothing to lose when the pigs come round We rebel royals with no crown
Ring the alarm, that war sound Rise with the tide or ya'll drown Pump your brakes and just slow down We rebel royals with no crown
My peoples ain't copping no Porsches, They're hopping up all on my warship, They're burning down shit they don't like, And destroying all that they worship
We live a quick life with no foot brake My people push rhymes or they push weight Kush ain't no crime, it's the hood way But a crook's nine is a crook's fate
It's a good day, for a campaign Shaka Zulu my damn name New York, Egypt, Bahrain Every siren sounds the damn same
No half crooks, no half kings, No title prize for a half win, My mind's hungry, like fasting For a shine that's everlasting.
I've been to the top while I was wrestling with my shadow I've been a rebel in the desert, I done battled through the fire Through the fire
Done led an army and I brought down walls of castles Done been alone against the world and I done battled through the fire Through the fire
Through the fire, passed it, Did that shit my own way Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com A phoenix from the ashes, A diamond in a roach tray
So okay, you best know The world is mine, Esco The ghetto manifesto Rally my troops and let's go
Cause these days, the whole hood hurts Can't make rent, put in work They with the pay get to run earth And never look at what they done birthed
So, these are the days my team reigns Watch for the coup on the replay, Victory laps on the freeway Got my head spinning like weed haze.
No time for beefing with cliques No mind for heaving these bricks, Tat read 'Azad' so I'm free as god And I'm saving wall street a clip
Money don't know how to act So guerrillas on attack, I set fire to theithey backs Yeah, I lit it with they racks
Cause I love the smell of gasoline, Balaclavas at the cash machine And these Guy Fawkes on my blocks Norman Rockwell come paint this scene
I been the best, survived the worst Been tested and died of thirst, Been passed and I been cursed, I been the last and now I'm the first
Cause I hear a humming coming from all around Killer bees on their way up from underground Can't nobody, nobody hold us down We rebel royals with no crown
Cause I hear a humming coming from all around Killer bees on their way up from underground Can't nobody, nobody hold us down We rebel royals with no crown
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