KRIS FEENIX appears courtesy of ANGRAKIAN MUSIC.
Instrumental produced by Lucas Blanc for LucasBlancTV; instrumental owned by Def Jam Recordings. Young Jeezy, "F.A.M.E." Instrumental is not being distributed for profit or available for sale.
Video produced by S. Dahl, K. Dahl for ANGRAKIAN MUSIC.
Lyrics:
Here I go I'm coming through and you ain't got to wonder who
Let the kid in Angrakian fuck them other dudes
Who claim that they the G.O.A.T. stop bragging
I got the heart of a lion the breath of a dragon
151 out the bottle you bet I'm a savage
I'm better than average hotter than hell's twat
Broker than the government, I ain't got the luxury to
Sell rock low class suburbia getting dark and
Hell's hot narks in the park barking they gonna
Tell cops, I dunno what they squawking
I sell socks! I'm legal as the bald eagle
Poking its peak across seas to quote unquote "help"
I'm so dope I should smoke myself
What you hearing is vicodin and vodka plus
Rasta Monster spewing out my medulla
oblongata, word to God my father
Is gone now thank God he was such a bother
That ain't how I really feel hell, lack of wealth
And time with my dad got me mad so I scribble on this
Pad till I'm glad my life's so bad I'd be glad
To have my dad back, but oh well
And I ain't bitching I'm talking to myself
Have you ever seen a wild thing sorry for itself?
Looking at the mirror's reflection I don't get him
All them hours studying and passing them tests and
Trying to satisfy five girls it's perplexing
Lowest on the food chain knowing I'm the best yet
Sick of standing out want to fit in with the rest and
Shrug of my shoulders, other people's stress and
Worry about mine, I think it's about time
I grow up grow nuts show this game,
They ain't never seen a motherfucker spit so insane
Never seen such pain detained and explained
In such poetic prose, control the game
I will, got the heart of Pac Biggie Pun Proof
Big L and Nate Dogg, I got a smart heart
As raw as Nas was, signed to Ill Will
Whiter than snow and Santa's hoes, yet I'm ill
Still, Angrakian carry on my will
Till I'm killed by cold steal know my spiel's real
And You Tube if you real rap fans
Subscribe my shit, and further that plan
To have real rhymes coincide with fine lines
Your boy's primetime coming for the prize inside
The mind's eye of Buddha.... How High
Do I gotta rise to fly to the sky surprise
My mind's a crime, don't gotta confine rhymes
I find my time chilling in my camp,
Made me who I am, Harrow Eclipse revised
And we climbing high, till we can't see the sky
Line, a sleeping dragon is who I am I
Am like a UFC champ wit these punch lines
NICE!
DebSherr 2 months ago