From the recording Huey x Riley
Lyrics
Almighty supreme beings /
Making heaven here on Earth Murderin’ Demons/
Looking in the sun , I see him
My a-alike Masterstanding
The champion code it’s in our semen/
Jordan Pip
Bron D wade
Magic Kareem
The Bigal & Goldin
Duos the Cream
O’Brien Scheme
We need the Trophy
CONTROL you know we
Covet those rings like Frodo B
It get as ugly as Gollum
On the road to the precious /
But that gone leave our pockets looking stupid like precious / dumb Fat/
The People need truth
The people need couth
people need Zen
Hill Jackson triangulation /
OFO that’s the motto
We gone scream it till it’s annoying as a pothole /
To all the ignorant ones please shut your pie Hole /
Word to my Nephew Jalen
Rose from the concrete
This that Harlem Heat /
A Mecca Product
2122 Adam Clayton Powell
Junior Boulevard
We Justice & Allah
You moving with the Gods /
This that Huey & Riley synagogue /
Play the cords
Better wake up out your sleep…
And recognize potential
To be all that you can be
We used to hustle in the streets
Running from police….
The black man is god
I’m standing tall on what I speak
We been blind, deaf and dumb
As people
I’m talking ages
My words are powerful
You hear this message
You gone make it
So many false idols
Be moving like Ronald Reagan…
Come on let’s go
Reading some black literature
Wondering how we got here
I can tell by the looks
In your eyes homie
You not real
Family is all that matters
Blood make you related
People I thought
Was close to me
Ain’t getting celebrating
Won’t be there
When I make it
Smoking something Jamaican
Bumpingsome Bob Marley
Feeling peaceful
But also jaded
Cause most the shit
I’m hearing super played out
Fuck a bitch
Get some money
Put it in her mouth
We took another route
Kids really slaves
To Tik Tok and thriller
The streets filled with junkies…
Shit be looking like thriller
You could beat it
With ya wack selections
Mediating recollecting
Visions from a past life
In the jungle
We earned stripes…
Down to my last dollar
Moving with that energy
Forgot who I was
Like you got Alzheimer’s
I’m nice enough to rap
With the all timers
The real rhymers
I had to switch the level up
You feeling different climates
Better wake up out your sleep…
And recognize potential
To be all that you can be
We used to hustle in the streets
Running from police….
The black man is god
I’m standing tall on what I speak
We been blind, deaf and dumb
As people
I’m talking ages
My words are powerful
You hear this message
You gone make it
So many false idols
Be moving like Ronald Reagan…
Come on let’s go