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Let the Beat Ride (Original AND DJ APT One Remix) now on itunes!! --- it...
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Let the Beat Ride (Original AND DJ APT One Remix) now on itunes!! --- itunes.apple.com/us/artist/lyrical-god/id388510865
Lyrical God recorded live at the Beacon Cafe in South Philly by the CODA Program - www.codaprogram.com
**Lyrics added below**
Hook:
Let this beat work. Let this beat ride.
I be spitting them flames observe when the heat rise. Oh God.
Survive n*gga we cook pies. Behold the passion in my eyes & let this beat ride.
Verse1:
My only ambition was to rise from these slums.
Aimed to fly high but forced to live by the gun.
On a natural high, drive by, chopper in the sky.
I set it off like Latifah, notice the hatred in my eyes.
4 5 leave no one alive. caught more bodies than the cemetery
So observe when the gun rise.
Blood flowed in the crack of the crete where the bodies lied.
I was down with my niggas, yeah.
I was the boy that ride, oh God
Dreaming of the coffin I get buried in.
You don't want no beef cuz you a vegetarian.
This beat take a dose, get addicted like heroin.
Hush, feel the rush & turn the beat up
Hook:
Let this beat work. Let this beat ride.
I be spitting them flames observe when the heat rise. Oh God.
Survive n*gga we cook pies. Behold the passion in my eyes & let this beat ride.
Verse2:
I was raised in this concrete jungle.
Learned the consequences of a man, how to rumble.
How to chop up to put that hard in a bundle.
Ducking from automatics around the same time I used to watch "Gundum"
That was back in the days, bullets spread like AIDS
When the shadows come out the slugs play
The guns blazed, similar to candles during foreplay
N*ggas scatter like roaches when they sense RAID
My pen is so on fire, expect the ink to burn the page
Old heads its a new day and age
Most our fathers in the grave or trapped in the cage
A lost child now my home is my stage
Observe when the heat rise when I blow like a 12 gauge
Spit fire, lungs burning, vodka with no chase
Philly get the keys poppin like Myspace
Now as I blow the smoke in ya face
Hook:
Let this beat work. Let this beat ride.
I be spitting them flames observe when the heat rise. Oh God.
Survive n*gga we cook pies. Behold the passion in my eyes & let this beat ride.
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