Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Say Amen, artist - Brother Ali. Album song Mourning In America And Dreaming In Color, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.09.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Say Amen |
Truth so heavy it could rumble the earth |
I dunked paint brush up in a bucket of words |
Ain’t nothing interrupting the urge |
Might cut you worse than unguarded love when it hurts |
Try to hold it in and my muscles will burst |
Do an Incredible Hulk through my shirt |
A verse make an old lady jump up in the church |
Pass a plate around pulling bucks out her purse |
Foremost and first my hunger and thirst |
Is not for no blood-stained paper but my love to be heard |
Reap what I sowed in the earth |
Now watch what emerge out a soul that’s disturbed |
Leaning on the very last nerve of you scary ass herbs |
Fake thugs and arrogant nerds |
Fuck no homo you a no home owning old grown |
Unsigned chump month behind on your car loan |
You got balls looking down on me |
Or got a mirror on the floor trying to find Ali |
And dressed flyly but so afraid to soar |
You’re all dressed up and got no place to go |
And so play a roll there’s no hope of living |
More like go broke pretending |
Your whole image is imagined I manage |
Low expectations high standards |
Hip Hop is the legacy of the jazz kings |
Kick rocks I’m one of the last standing |
Last thing I do is overstate the obvious |
Mainstream poppiness underground sloppiness |
Dumbed down thuggery and pussy hungry consciousness |
Revolution for sale greedy communist |
Seinfeld rap your show about nothing |
Poetry played it’s all about production |
Trying to get placements play like you’re famous |
Ain’t added greatness to nary a playlist |
Take this bitch take offense |
Or if it don’t apply let it fly say amen |
Time’s up on y’all posturing imposters |
I don’t give a damn if you’re starving or copping Oscars |
Out here grinding or floss in your ivory towers |
I don’t give a shit about your pants or how you rock em |
I ain’t bitter or backpacker or conscious |
Just want y’all the fuck out my ear with that nonsense |
From the office of Ali and Jake and them |
If you feel me raise a hand say amen |