Born Allah..
Sweet Daddy Grace..
The Supreme Being..
Love Allah..
Ill Boogie.. (*echoes*)
[ Verse One ]
Rap is my bitch, but right now she got me pissed
Let these niggaz fuck for a buck
Damn I mischocked, you platinum plus but it still sucks
Westcoast stuff without a kakis and a ??
But I ain`t giving up, the chronic and hennesey on my pistol rip paw
You fools bustin` cats in they rapz
But can`t take it when they raps bust back
So I be like Yo fuck these emcees
I`m in a recordstore spitting on emcees, these
My attitude rock is L`s with a golden nameplate and a Kango
That`s why rappers is gettin` strangled
They call me, Jack The Ripper when I`m off the liquor
I smoke chronic, is raw spitting in ebonics
If you want it, you got it
But you gotta call me `Your Highness`
Cause me and my niggaz we`s gon` to bring the ruckus, so fuck it
Born Allah is out for them duckets
With niggaz with straps hit rats rollin` in them buckets
[ Chorus ]
Born Allah, can`t hide y`all, Chief Big Balls
Sweet Daddy Amazin` Grace came to blaze the place
Raise the states, keep the hotness in your milkcrates
And you can come to me if you`re looking for someone to hate
Next time we bring it to these faggots we ain`t playin -> Jadakiss
You and your squad better praise the real God
I was born The A-L-L-A-H
[ Verse Two ]
Yo, lyrically I don`t even see you fools is rappers
Bitch ass niggaz saggin` smilin` for the cameras
Wannabe gangsters, O.D.`ed on mafia-movies
Dreamsy you smoking cigars, rollin` with uzi`s
You tutsi, wear in wardrobe for the movie
You really not the ill nigga that you claim to be (You`se a phoney)
All gassed up by ya people, before comin` to me have a Pholie and a Primo
Deathwish, cause this a fist-fight to music
I`m closin` on rappers and make `em feel claustrophobic
I wait in the den for you to come out the closet
It be the fourth of July, but ain`t nothing hoppin`
Shockin`, I found out about your lil` girl Robin
Fucking a neighbourhood felon with no protection
My erection is hard, cause I`m guard on the rap
Arm, leg, leg, arm, arm, head, `nuff said
[ Chorus ]
[ Verse Three ]
I spit refusely, my pin abused losely
Who got beef? Fool we all court in the street
I keep a p-noid, watching from across the room
standin` like a b-boy
Fool you ain`t the one, you just a decoy
Kneeled before me like Sallah
Starvin` like Ramadan, lyrical phenomenon
Born, watch out, strike like lightning
Should I be writing, get motherfuckers in the fighting
It`s on, my lyrics come in the form of a foetus
Thirty bars on labor, now you giving birth for dope shit
Every track I rip is like a birth-certificate
Floor the mothership with these dibs, puffin` canibus
Can you stand this, righteous man from Los Angeles
Notorious lyricist, tryna overcome and gimmick shit
Most of `em just mimmick it, bitin` a little bit
But don`t trip, we gon` squash that shit
[ Chorus ] [ Samples cut `n scratches `til fade ]
