Lyrics Aluma Knotty - Cappadonna, Amar Divine, Show Stoppa

Aluma Knotty

Yea
Shakazulu
Original shazee
Amar
Pyramids
We beyond that project shit yo
We kick it now
Willie bobo
Fucked up
I ain’t gotta tell ya’ll niggas so so yeah
Never that
Keep my eyes on the po po
Nah
It’s only weed nigga
It’s no blow nigga nah
You can see me live with ma niggas tho
Gotta make moves keep my eyes on the popo yo
I need mad room
Yeah nigga, elbow
15 acres of land
Plus the velcro
Pings in my rear
I’m telling them hell no
It’s that bi
Next thing they be all in your cell tho
Homeland security
Should be a newborn
Satellite
Zooming in on everything that going on
Fake milk
Rotten eggs
Poisoning cow meat
Fuck with the system
Say i’m letting my child speak, yea
It’s been a wild weak
Molly in ma system
Cause i’m out on these fast streets
Police hating on me
They don’t like how my style be
That deep ass posse shit
in maui
Ol' youn nigga gave that motherfucker
Run this game nigga
Lock, stock and barrel
Nigga want front
But they sporting our apparel
Speak against us
But only talking bout us
That’s why we moving in
Roads that’s never travelled
Expiration, deeper investigation
Every obstacle
More knowledge in the making
If it’s possible we get in deeper conversation
Philosophical, scientific combination
Before that, snitching corporations
No illuminati
It’s the business aspirations
For the black administration
Who lack the motivation
Looking like america’s ready for the taking
Terrorism, talking longer on the television
Fresh, new ideas
We goin make em listen
Why?
Cause we talking with
Advertising budget in your favorite shows
Seen your eye in the fire
Lions and tigers
It’s a jungle out here
Somebody’s always dying
Mothers is crying
Babies is dying
Disease is at an all time high an
And gasoline I at the highest it ever been
But who’s to blame
Whose name can we call
Fucked up
We all seen the buildings fall
But still I keep a clear mind
For the next time
Looking for another airplane to pass by
I keep an eye in the sky
Put my hand on my gun
I’m not a trackstart so you know I don’t run
But when disaster strikes
Casualties will happen
Look at all the bodies they pulled from out of manhattan
Attend to the plot
Ten years and they’d already forgot
9/11 was a dirty plot
Hook off (echoes)
Every thursday night
Your martial arts class
I go down
To the legal beagle
See if jack chapper is there
If we exchange gloves
He gets three points
If he wins
If I win