Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Young Lord , by - CFSong from the album Ascension, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Viper
Song language: English
Young Lord |
| Hey, I’m at work right now |
| Umm, I don’t know what’s going on |
| People are saying a plane crashed into the other tower |
| I just wanna let you guys know I love you |
| See her father died on 9−11 |
| Tryna reach her, couldn’t catch her left a final message |
| Said he loved her through the sirens and the fire engines |
| Then you hear a crash from the plane, no flying lessons |
| Uh! |
| 14 years later you find her pregnant |
| Bout to have a new addition, no Michael Bivins |
| See his seed is gon' rise like the Phoenix outta |
| Ground zero, he a hero call him freedom tower |
| Back like Karma, reincarnated from the ash of the martyrs |
| On a path of Siddhartha |
| From the past of Pearl Harbor with no scratch on his armor |
| Hannibal Barca named in the honor |
| Of his grandfather, it’s a full cypher |
| 360, for junior it’s a cake walk to run this city |
| No P. Diddy, not a bad boy |
| Just a young lord, the king is home |
| Royal blood line, divine like Da Vinci code |
| Young lordddd! |
| Living my darkness |
| Just when you think you’ve won |
| You realize you standing alone |
| My strength comes from my people |
| Feeding off power a king on his throne |
| A king on his own |
| Grazed by some streetwise John Gotti |
| Ghetto genius Afeni or I’m like Noam Chomsky |
| A fiend on something like Leon Trotsky |
| Back from the dead and I ain’t talking Rob Zombie |
| World war Z, park |
| Occupy ground zero, full of body parts |
| Bring em back to life quicker than a millisecond |
| Sick of living in this silhouette of building 7 |
| Back like Karma, gathering shadow on me |
| Unifying all gangs under one panther party |
| They rejoice when they join their redeemer |
| And God spoke to them with the voice of Mumia |
| Saying rise, sun rays like a solar power |
| 3000 souls rose like lotus flowers |
| Peter’s bones coming back from the Vatican |
| Out the catacomb to attack the establishment |
| They couldn’t kill a dream, so the people in power |
| Nailed him to the cross made from the twin towers |
| Mutilated his corpse then they scattered his remains |
| To the corners of the Earth for the status he attained |
| Heart went to Africa, hands in America |
| Mind went to Europe to find why he superior |
| Arms went to China, legs south of the border |
| And his torso was tossed somewhere out in the water |
| But he back like Karma, who’s the redeemer |
| Unified the whole world, new Pangea |
| Heart went to Africa cause that’s where it started |
| And his hands in America, greed of free markets |
| Mind went to Europe and it undergone a renaissance |
| Arms went to China with guns aimed at the pentagon |
| Legs from the border with them immigrants running |
| And his torso came like piranhas out the Hudson |