Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 7th Dynasty, artist - AlterbeatsDate of issue: 28.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
7th Dynasty |
| Yo, yo… |
| Still nice wit' the flow, cold, like I was ice in the snow/ |
| Watch my life it unfold, behold, still rock ice in the gold |
| Type that’ll go, bananas, sick, hear the hammers click/ |
| Plans to get rich, writ manuscripts, that make the planets shift |
| Universalist, the murderous, murk 'em its permanence/ |
| My third eye’s sky turbulence, fly like Perseus |
| I Behead the living dead, bled Gorgons, Medusas/ |
| In Porsches wit' Rugers, my thoughts is Musa’s |
| I Am That I Am, self, lord, master, I reign/ |
| Can’t sleep, I’m too deep in the game |
| Benz from a Range, when Feds aimed, I fled when they came/ |
| But never the tame, was pouring back lead like it rained |
| Wetting 'em up, the best 'ill get tested and bust/ |
| Never letting us up, my mens they get arrested and cuffed |
| Clash wit' the illest, bond wit' the truest, killers and shooters/ |
| Math from builders, Dons, dealers, skills is influenced |
| Seventh Dynasty emerge, we the wisest «G's"/ |
| Livest Kings, surpass, last of the dying breed |
| Superb, when we amass, it’s a crime we breathe/ |
| Every word, get spitted in fact, high science, degrees |
| Yo, yo, yo… |
| Emerge from the burning ashes, I Self Lord And Master/ |
| Through the mind’s eyes, see what I’m after |
| Bloomberg let the goons loose, just for my capture/ |
| My stamina, leave these tea party niggas wit' asthma |
| Mahdi, more proper to the eighth chakra/ |
| Get in 'em, like incisions from a doctor |
| I’m a, pro black mobster, butter sauce lobster/ |
| Arabian horses, bosses, watching from copters |
| Mink collars, over ostrich, synopsis/ |
| And my hand calls for power, like the adhān, straight out of Mosques |
| Mathematics show and prove God ain’t the average/ |
| Civilized ways that’s gracious, far from a savage |
| My enemies, left in dishes, burned wit' acid/ |
| Blood suckers of the poor, bunch of greedy bastards |
| Swords over their head, my fury is the fastest/ |
| Imagine this, rap evangelist, here like Lazarus |
| Seventh Dynasty emerge, we return its classic/ |
| Phoenix crashes, burn in the flames and fly from the ashes |
| Heat when I blast it, see Allah asleep in a casket/ |
| Deep and I’m mastered, calm when Ramadan cause I fasted |
| But still got a thing for them triggers, leave niggas plastered/ |
| React too quick for these cats, they slow as molasses |
| Thought displays, seconds of frames, die to keep up/ |
| Like I arrived, out of my time, live from Egypt |
| Wardrobe is gold, a hoodied up, King Tut/ |
| In war mode, explode, they pray my thing don’t erupt |
| If I let it and bust, kids 'ill get it, deaded and crushed/ |
| This God of war go on tour, who set it better than much |
| Better than most, fourth letter, forever I toast/ |
| So I’m sipping while I sit wit' my clique, deading my foes |
| Clash wit' the illest, bond wit' the truest, killers and shooters/ |
| Math from builders, Dons, dealers, skills is influenced |
| Seventh dynasty… |
| Tragedy Khadafi appears courtesy of 25 To Life Records/Aura |
| © 2013 4th Letter Music (BMI)/Supreme Music Publishing (BMI)/25 To Life |
| Records/Aura |