Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Quickening (The Wreckoning Part II) , by - Latyrx. Release date: 23.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mobile Home
Song language: English
The Quickening (The Wreckoning Part II) |
| Solesides |
| Alright, alright, alright |
| Let’s get one thing clear right now |
| Lot of emcees out here claiming that they got styles |
| And that they tight, huh |
| But I don’t give a damn about none of them |
| Cause, see me |
| See, I’m gon' be alright, live my life as long as I’m alive |
| I ride on five-eighty, but I’m not an eighty-fiver |
| Usually exit high enough to fly like Egyptian gliders |
| Bringing the message to the black man like Elijah |
| Honourable, did I mention, ain’t no dissent amongst the strivers |
| No tension or fights, there just be lessons in life |
| I’m a subscriber to the Call that’s Final |
| Fiend for the knowledge like my DJ fiends for vinyl |
| Hold the microphone like a habitual user, like winos |
| Clutch wine bottles, in my death grotto |
| Until my skin gets mottled, don’t expect to get coddled |
| Cause see me, patna |
| I wasn’t raised in no family that got up to pops reading stocks |
| It was more like he was down the block |
| At my uncles' rolling up chops, getting off knocks |
| Had the whole damn neighbourhood on lock |
| Back before the game was hard like rocks |
| Yet lightweight like Glocks, and this shit don’t stop |
| It’s as frightening as the idea of a million black men |
| Marching on Washington might have been to some people |
| But then only if we’re not equal |
| As shoulders get colder, individuals get older and bolder |
| I ain’t buying what they sold ya, I’m a soldier |
| The Warriors first round number one pick like Joe Smith |
| Thought I told ya |
| I ain’t average, I manage to move my mandible rapidly to scold ya |
| Got a powerful role as flamby as the average nigga’s plan B |
| Ought to be running shit in '96 ala Marcus Camby |
| Can be, can he do it? |
| All night until the early morning |
| Break of dawn light, I flow like fluid out your spigot |
| Rough and wicked when I kick it |
| Yes, righteous and I might just never even quit |
| Because it’s only to the will of Allah that I submit |
| Righteous and I might just never ever quit |
| Because it’s only to the will of Jah that I submit like that |
| The name’s Lateef and if you’ve got beef |
| You’ll get cut up by the butcher’s cutlery |
| I’ll sink my teeth into your neck like a mastiff |
| Fool, you’re weak, I got five on your cheek |
| I’ll crash the boards and glass, slam that ass as fast |
| As Shareef Abdur-Rahim, clean the glass |
| I must do that, degrees that keep the shitstem up |
| Victims for pickings, royal stickings, stick with poli-tricks |
| And politicians acting like they on a hell-bent mission |
| For the annihilation, desolation of the human nation |
| Brother, listen cause they’re testing my faith |
| What I’m feeling is the wreckoning, the quickening |
| Expression of the manifestation of victory |
| Regardless of societies that sneak around in secrecy |
| You see it gets deep, deep as history |
| Creeps like time since 4000 BC, it’s not a mystery |
| Lord knows, revealed to my soul and it shows |
| I spit flows that’ll rock past the 21st century |
| They trying to keep it real, but compared to what |
| When there ain’t even no backing to their passing buck |
| When you shift from the material shit they get stuck |
| Trip, they gone slip, throw up a brick, in the clutch |
| All because they really just don’t give a fuck |
| Yet I’m righteous and I might just never even quit |
| Because it’s only to the will of Allah that I submit |
| Righteous and I might just never ever quit |
| Because it’s only to the will of Jah that I submit like that |