ANDRE NICKATINA - RAP GODS lyrics

rate me

im still standin..

this for the rap gods..

(andre)

i tried to earn wings but, i think i grew horns

and maybe thats why mc's rock me like porn

flowin like the water in the mississippi river

i suppose it grows in the hennessey sipper, thank me

to do a show, and we tryin to do a palace, like a midnight jet,

my soul roams off to dallas,

its somethin like cream when we hustle on the scene

other mc's and freaks wanna join the team

dealers would fly, ride the engines of pimps

the colors were candy coated, incredible rims

and my dreams of what people sayin, dont get a job

i realize now it was all the rap gods

i slither through the streets like a boa constricter

on my car dashboard got the gangsta pictures

sportin leather and energy , could that be me?

smokin weed listenin to run DMC?

my repute wass a rap child, emotions of steel

represent with no crew man, your life is sealed

add a two's of all kinds, with gun zippers in em'

see notes dont last long, we cant wait to spin em'

oh cars, and bars, weed, greed, and clothes

maintain my women, clown the rest of these hoes

man, my festive up braid the truth of a rhyme

after restin on jeopardy to my lifetime grind

im like an angel thats high smoken' weed up in heaven

we're as crooked as reverends, b-ball playground legends

triangle, some say sinsanati bang goes, stars fangle

hand cold as chris krango, we break hearts

and crack rib praps, take trips far

shop at the gap, ten by the rap gods

shoot the git, so i blessed it with some weed, bacon, eggs and grits

i can block the sun, like a solar-eclipse

my homie said he had a yaght but i dont mess with ships

the freak, said she hated dope dealers, they clock they ends,

i said which is why ur payin this rapper then

nickatina, im something like simbad the sailor

dress in red and black, the true signs of a raider