Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Warrior, The Philosopher, The Rebel, artist - Lil' FameDate of issue: 14.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Warrior, The Philosopher, The Rebel |
| You already know what I’ma do |
| Push your hairline back more further than what Akon’s barber do |
| Spit in your face like a llama do |
| And leave your grill smoking like a barbecue |
| I’ll eat your food like Dahmer do |
| Be thy name who art in heaven like our father do |
| This is the marksman’s chronicle |
| I call a jackass quicker than Obama do |
| My features bang like my LP shit |
| Just need a label that can sell these chips |
| No counterfeit Gucci, no LV shit |
| That boy Fame peep the truth, can’t tell me shit |
| For the dinero I bring the heat like DeNiro |
| Across seas, niggas play me in Nero |
| Let it bang, let it bump |
| It’s the marksman regime know what I mean |
| Throw it up, what’s up |
| Fuck rap, hip hop put me on top |
| No question I send your ass back right to the essence |
| Dealing in my cypher I revolve around science |
| Then I react like a convict and start killing shit |
| Lyrical ability has given me something to strive for |
| Via rhyming I’m providing for my children’s needs |
| And enlightening industries within it be |
| It’s really deep how a pen can potentially |
| Prepare you to fulfill your dreams |
| Are achievable there is no need to envy me |
| If you’re a winner mentally you’re capable of many things |
| I’m a man of integrity when you look at my legacy |
| You’ll see consistency, skill and longetivity |
| I went from shooting to aiming for positivity |
| I kill a mic religiously, since a teen |
| I was dealing because fame was still a dream |
| Reality was it for me |
| I see so many die, I’m trying to live in peace |
| They be continually existing well physically |
| God MCs know I will give them Hell lyrically |
| I’m a nightmare to anyone who still asleep |
| Wake up and apologize, I been elite |
| Fuck rap, hip hop put me on top |
| No question I send your ass back right to the essence |
| Dealing in my cypher I revolve around science |
| Then I react like a convict and start killing shit |
| I’m on my bullshit game in the middle of the party |
| With a pretty young bitch and a bottle of Bacardi |
| And a lung full of smoke and a pocket full of molly |
| If a nigga try and try me I’m like good god almighty |
| I’m a pull out a piece, straight shoot through everybody |
| And the bullet quick whip kickflip into an ollie |
| Left 'em leaking on the ground and cleared out the party |
| Yeah I did the hammer time then I dip like Shine |
| No time to say sorry and deal me the pardon |
| Bang bang bang and I’m headed to the back door |
| Friends in the Benz so I’m sitting behind the 'lac though |
| Paid in the Escalade cause I got the sac ho |
| Might pull an let’s leave the sax ho |
| Freak did two chicks look like Satchmo |
| No homo promo I’m just trying to spit certain facts though |
| Money make a change a in the breeze |
| So a ho and every brother probably fucking with me |
| I got Melissa in Manhattan, Staten Island and these |
| Anita Applebum in Brooklyn and Quanda in Queens |
| Could be the other way around I’m so high on the weed |
| That I don’t know if I’m in Santos or S.O.B.'s |
| And either way I’m getting faded in NYC |
| Like a Dominican barber got the clippers on me |
| Fuck rap, hip hop put me on top |
| No question I send your ass back right to the essence |
| Dealing in my cypher I revolve around science |
| Then I react like a convict and start killing shit |