Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Caesar's Rise, artist - Kemba. Album song Negus, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.07.2016
Record label: Kemba
Song language: English
Caesar's Rise |
Does this shit make you intimidated? |
Does this shit make you intimidated? |
Please don’t call me conscious |
Don’t call it political |
Please don’t deem this lyrical |
These are negro spirituals |
That’s the generation raising guns against they General |
Raisin in the sun, I’ll raise my son to be less cynical |
Raised on a steady diet of Chef Boyardee |
Beef-a-roni cup, a slice of bread, and Hi-C |
I took the shackles off my feet like Mary Mary |
Now I’m more marionettist |
Pulling strings, you’re merely Miri Ben-Ari nigga |
Please, nigga |
Woah |
I know you want to flaunt |
I want to flaunt too |
But it ain’t been that long |
Since there was niggas in the Bronx Zoo |
So imma pour some out for Ota Benga |
Jury said I been resistant |
Mama said say no to strangers and I listened, uh |
Picture God grabbing Adam by the Adam’s Apple |
Just as Adam’s having at the apple |
Now those atoms got you grabbing at your fuckin' Apple tablet |
Packing up, cause there’s a black man in all black tats and |
Does this shit make you intimidated? |
Does this shit make you intimidated? |
Aquemini and some Idlewild in my tidal |
I see you Ruben Studdards been idle while I been idle |
I notice when I walked in you niggas got quiet |
I gave you three days grace, now I’m about to start a riot |
Hold up |
I was raised off a three-piece, only dark meat |
Strangers call us niggas and darky |
Like that’s gon' hurt us and shit |
Like I ain’t say worse to my brothers during the dozens |
And those same brothers |
Ain’t out here getting murdered and shit |
Fuck |
I’m not naive, I see your micro-aggression |
You may think you’re hard to read |
You’re really hyper-expressive |
You may think we’ll let you slide cause you described as satire |
But even with that slack, nah your shit is not that impressive |
We’re like the Haley Joel Osments of the undertones |
Reading through your flag, and your skull and bones |
Now the chickens coming home |
Roosting on the roof of fucking Fox and CNN |
Send reporters to the war so you can watch and see us win |
Hoe |
w/ Nina Simone’s To Be Young, Gifted and Black |
Does this shit make you intimidated? |
Does this shit make you intimidated? |
When I looked at you |
Yes, I knew that you can shoot me down |
A sudden move will have me six feet in the ground |
Please don’t be surprised |
If I don’t compromise |
With a knife stuck in my back, cause this is Caesar’s rise |
Shoutout to them niggas I don’t fuck with |
I hope you see me glowing |
Grown men doing fuck shit and hopefully you know it |
Mama sorry if you’re listening, I don’t cause no conflict |
My conscience is calmness is cognitive dissonance |
I been told it’s a slippery slope, well I’m Cool Runnings |
My niggas pulling strings like B.B. King when the blues coming |
Viewers ride the fence, tryna prove something |
Choose something |
You ain’t even eating, nigga chew something |
Do something |
Shawty called and told me I done changed since I been in it |
Like, since I been kinda winning, I been condescending |
I been spending Earth, Wind and Fire |
Earth, Wind, and Firebending |
I been screaming «nigga» at niggas so much that I’m offended |
Albeit, I’m being heartless |
Done fought so many demons, I’m exhausted |
Had the city on my back, now there’s a target |
Your battle is uphill, you’re doing crossfit |
Cause you’re shit |
Your feeble chatter is fecal matter, you only talk shit |
Donald Trump: I have a great relationship with the blacks, I’ve always had a |
great relationship with the blacks |
Karen Hunter: Uh, no actually, as one of «the blacks» I can tell you, |
clearly Chris he does not have a great relationship with «the blacks» |
Who knew our walls could grow from malt liquor |
You coward out when there was more than meets the eye my nigga |
Who knew an animal could fall in love |
Who knew our walls could grow from liquor |