Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Original Man, artist - Raekwon. Album song The Babygrande Recordings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Original Man |
All the brothers from Brooklyn, will you raise your hand? |
Thank you… |
All the brothers from Manhattan, will you raise your hand? |
(Uh, uh) |
All the brothers from the Bronx, will you raise your hand? |
(Yeah, |
a Universal fam) |
All the brothers from Queens, will you raise your hand? |
(oh. NGE) |
All the brothers from Staten Island, will you raise your hand? |
(Uh, ok) |
All the brothers from Westchester, will you raise your hand? |
Yo, check me out, General Monk-Monk style |
Run devils across the desert, two thousand, 200 miles |
And make 'em walk every step of the way |
Strip 'em down, take everything away |
Send 'em to the mountainous caves |
Two thousand years of lonely stage |
Musa slept in the ring of fire |
Bringing knowledge of how to steal & be a liar |
He tried to be a civilizer, thirty three & one third degrees |
Wiser, we taught him how to build a home |
And how to live a respectable life |
And how to master the original man |
Which was the plan of the father as a boy |
Now six years old, playing with steel |
He saw opposites attract and that everything’s real |
And if you put your mind to it, by the force of your will |
The thoughts manifest to be able to kill |
I’m just glad we to the point, that we able to build |
If we could only stay able, maybe we will |
Original man is first |
I wanna say peace to the Gods & the Earths |
My universal fam, living out the universal plan |
Aiyo, tell 'em who I am (G-O-D) |
We at the mosque prayin', nickel bags of black |
Foto stacks, it’s ganja season |
Yeah, now, what up, my dude 'lax |
Yo, blowin' coffins, keep bagging |
We gon' show the government it ain’t about blacks |
It’s only bout stacks |
Furnish labs, ballin' crabs, Houston Oiler mask |
Reeboks, tennis yellow, fellow goin' mad |
The game is stupid, these teams, they keep sneechin' yo |
What’s the reason? |
Too much pussy, to get records to rag, yo |
I’m one of the rap’s boldest, fold-smith |
Paper cut in my hand, I got eleven fingerprints, hold that |
Back to the filty ugly, Bugsy, rugby thugs |
With no love, slugs, silver ones throw these |
Split niggas temples, forget, the shit’s freshly squeezed |
Roll that Nestle, the vet’s seen in rentals |
Fly language, lick the sawed-off and spray you |
Aiyo, Allah is one, I’m done, no playin', nigga |
Original man is first |
I wanna say peace to the Gods & the Earths |
My universal fam, living out the universal plan |
Aiyo, tell 'em who I am (G-O-D) |
Yes, last Sunday of the month, so to Harlem we went |
No clubbin', to Parliaments and Harriett Tubman |
Peace to the Gods, peace to the Earths |
Peace to the Seeds, peace to the Birth |
Of the Nation of the Five Percent, rap sent |
Intelligent brothers, to represent |
Allah Justice made the knowledge born |
You find the Gods from the jails to the colledge dorms |
You got to 'know the ledge' to 'wise the dom' |
And understand your culture of freedom |
Power Equally with the Gods |
So you can build and born your cipher, uh |
All your life, you must teach truth |
Of the true and living God not a mystery spook |
And when you do that, pursue that goal |
Which made the student enroll |
And only then you’ll prosper |
Original man is first |
I wanna say peace to the Gods & the Earths |
My universal fam, living out the universal plan |
Aiyo, tell 'em who I am (G-O-D) |
I am he who, wrote the Bible and Quran |
Who has walked on this planet from Knowledge to Born |
Led in the right direction easily I |
Offer jewels to those in need of protection |
Use mathematics to gain answers to questions |
King Kasim God Allah, show forth and prove sun, moon and stars |
Raised from the dead by science into the knowledge of God |
And now I know what civilization means |
And I strive to teach that to these cats |
But it seems that, they got a pin stuck in they head or something |
Walking around but they’re mentally dead |
They ask for jewels and I give 'em bread |
But some digest that food for thought that they were fed |
My wisdom bears fruit Arm, Leg, Leg, Arm, Head |
Supreme Being Blackman, the Dred |
I… shared equality with Jamar |
Eyes red, bloodfire y’all! |
All hail the Ghetto Messiah |
Truth bringer in the midst of these snakes |
I… make Knowledge Born going through whatever it takes |
Whether I build or destroy, I can cause earthquakes |
Adding on to the positive, shining light |
As this earth rotates and rotates and rotates |