Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ramesses II, artist - Armand Hammer. Album song Shrines, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Backwoodz Studioz
Song language: English
Ramesses II |
Shit shout out to sky like Warren Moon did it |
Blood on the trees, blood on the leaves |
Lady day and the meek eating no ford |
Why dipper mouth blowing snot |
In the Hermes cloth of Jesus |
Satched the cleanest since he copped his lace from the priest |
In this tree from Jefferson County in the spaghetti roads |
The most drip saints marching in |
Since Toussaint with the machette |
Giving body blows the beast, kept the crackers on a leash |
Jesus piece, now come here |
Get three-fifths a slice of this Africa cake |
Diamonds south of savan I mean the pussy of Africa |
Matriarchal golden crown, drum on water |
Sky walker, I’m like Nina in the jungle with diamonds |
I’m a Black Panther knife to the neck of King Leopold |
The glamorous life, yeah |
Cascading communications of no significance whatsoever |
Waves of pleasure, thought you had the best til you taste better |
Taste butter, the tailor tape measure touch like a lover |
Doormen’s faces blend into one another |
Glass panels in the sky, with the sound off |
Even when you drive you fly, they rarely touch the Porsche |
I never saw it, just sat stage right |
The stage perfectly lit, no time for stage fright |
The private jet, the landing strip |
Every follicle plugged and trimmed |
Zero-sum so somebody gots to win |
You don’t understand the quiet it bring |
Deafening, you can’t hear a thing |
Sinking seats, everything got wings |
Signal’s weak, sleep in Faraday Cage |
Carrying in curve beak, she in the family way |
The skin of my teeth, the hem of my pants |
Eyes baggy, wire transfer hemorrhaging blood money bags |
Under the eyes, gotta crash, display stolen artifacts |
Talking ‘bout a bargain, I’ma barter back |
Contraband adapting with the path, forgot the plan |
Roll up on a map, I know where I am |
Bloodstain on my father’s father’s land |
A dirt raise ramps |
Never learned how to whistle, still can’t do the moonwalk |
I’m running red lights and I hate to have my picture taken |
Catch me in the corner not speaking |
Doesn’t mean I don’t have much to say |
I bet you can’t tell when I’m tweaking |
My anxiety don’t look like yours |
I just relearned to skate, hands on my lady’s waist |
Got a sitter, made a date |
Where we at is the place of the most high |
Who no know gon' know now, no doubt |
We got on like a house on fire |
A testimony ain’t nothing but |
Being wild and living to tell the story |
'19 naughty now, my uncle on a 40-run |
Sawed-off on the three-quarter level |
Niggas never saw it coming |
All CashApp donations go toward my gold fang fund |
My appreciation for your participation |
Overstanding no such thing as spare change |
Blank faces holding space, feeling cramped |
Maybe I’m not who I thought I was |
Or can be who I said I would |
My conjure tongue strong blood |
Immaterial to material damn cuz |
Make it so, in the image of my most perfect projection |
Life is anything but static, supreme mathematics |
Repeating numbers, cycles patterns |
Summers, winters |
Starting later, ending faster |
Babel question, chaos answered |
Wave reflected all direction |