Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Battle Horn , by - Passport RavRelease date: 27.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Battle Horn |
| Lex With The Records |
| I go by the name Passport Rav |
| And what it sound like? |
| I realize a lot of niggas got position from proximity |
| No-talent havin', lackin' lyrics, no conspiracy (None) |
| Show chivalry, no bigotry, old niggery |
| Flow so symmetry, killin' you, no diddly |
| Squat and lift the whole earth |
| My plot will twist coal up into stones until your soul burst (Boom) |
| A universal soul search |
| I drink a Four Loko, transform into Quasimoto |
| You might see me, my mental projection in Acapulco (So out there) |
| You got mad followers with no dough, though; |
| I can’t relate |
| I spent too many years with canned food on the pantry plate |
| Fear’s much stronger than intelligence, no benevolence |
| Throw your goofy ass on the street with no severance |
| Halt irrelevance, fuck a job, you out in stitches |
| Sorry, but we filled that last token negro position |
| All the chiefs in the kitchen, no belief in the system |
| Hope the people would listen, call police on your children |
| These the last days, probably, my peoples will be proud of me |
| I’d leave the earth today, you driftin' off as a mockery |
| No Honest John’s, Polycom mics on they body, prob' |
| Gotta check your arm, legs, neck, fuckin' maricon |
| Go on, get that body harmed (Uh-huh) |
| Separate your spirit from your temple like I’m Shang Tsung |
| Trump’ll blow a battle horn |
| They called 'em crackers 'cause they used to crack that whip on us |
| Take the strongest out the crib and whip that Black skin off 'em |
| Fuck a hashtag, my reparations overdue |
| Revolutionary music for a chosen few |
| What it—Passport Rav |
| It’s Blocks |
| I was robbed I was robbed as a child of my innocence (a young’un) |
| Now I’m a God on the mile to the menaces |
| Me and on the prowl, put the finishin' touches on it |
| My file ain’t got no blemish or smudges on it (Where we at?) |
| Who want a feature? |
| Told 'em, «Send me the budget on it» |
| The coupe don’t need no key to start, could just push a button on it |
| The button-up Burberry, only button four buttons on it |
| Make you the butt of my jokes, then feature Joe Budden on it (Haha) |
| Puffin' on the strongest weed that Cali had to offer |
| First time I proposed to Connie, she left me at the altar |
| Caught up with another drug dealer with a bigger bag |
| Died from a speedin' bullet, definition of livin' fast |
| Bank shot off the backboard, call it «kiss the glass» |
| Zig-Zag-Zig Allah set me on a different path (Off course) |
| All this money, gotta be careful how I spend this cash |
| Made a half a mil' off Reggie Miller, no genuine draft |
| Where we at? |
| (Game time) |