Lyrics Praise Due - Recognize Ali, Sultan Mir, U.G.

Praise Due

Uh.
Head of a Mecca in a black abaya
Attire.
Take a bow before the black messiah
A sire.
I’m king.
Kiss the ring
Peace to Gaia.
I have walked through the fire
Goliath, I’ll crush David with a fucking fist
I’m ill, regurgitate when I fucking spit
I’m fucking sick.
Talk is cheap, niggas.
Suck a dick
Out here, they snuff a bitch just for talking shit
Found the hidden truth on my quest for moral wisdom
any fool, but the god risen
Or I’ll be the Sean Price.
Damn, we all miss him
We try but it’s hard to fight this Babylon system
Killer weeping with a verse from the Quran
Haram is when you bow before Shayṭān
And why kill in the name of Allah?
Thou shall not judge, so I throw dirt on Islam, nigga
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head, three eyes
Two souls too cold in my warm bed
I mean, everything was wrong but the god’s head
Soon as the light came through, nigga, the dark fled
Yeah, the winged walker cinch offers.
My
Penman slaughters.
I’ll kick your shin off your
Cracked bones.
Your poems don’t deserve an eardrum
I pierce lungs like harpoons armed with a sharp spoon
And dismantle a handful.
Killing machine
And millis scream, then I’m fleeing a scene.
I’m in a BM
Who could be him or see him?
Nobody
My flow probably the greatest.
You could try to debate it
Get faded off of Henny.
Any want it with me
The semi start singing like Dirty on «Shimmy»
Yeah.
It’s U.G.
and I’m a leader
Cella Dwella general.
Told you what my pen’ll do
I’ll send a few that’ll spin ‘em just like a centrifuge
Many’ll lose in a few.
Who want to duel?
Yeah.
I get busy for real
My verse spill, cost a quarter of a mill
Cut a check
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head, three eyes
Two souls too cold in my warm bed
I mean, everything was wrong but the god’s head
Soon as the light came through, nigga, the dark fled