Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amistad, artist - Taelor GrayDate of issue: 23.02.2017
Song language: English
Amistad |
| Said they want a prophet and said they want a president |
| Either way a black male leader is a precedent |
| Can’t have progress, listen to the pessimists |
| And Hollywood said Tyler Perry is the best of us |
| I’d rather be Trayvon and change clothes |
| I’d rather be James Bond than James Comb |
| You see the cynical simile |
| Civil rights cinema, the silicone chivalry |
| Thank you Connely, you said the Holy Spirit got you thankin' Kanye |
| I’m doin' just fine, got the saints behind me |
| I’m doin' just fine, better sing it Wanye |
| Got the East Cost and the Midwest |
| Middle-class Philly with the rib vest |
| Middle of the sea, surfboard in the shipwreck |
| Sink or swim |
| These chains gettin' heavy and the streets is dim |
| But it’s lit, got the final fantasy |
| Couple hundred grand, we can find your fantasy |
| Couple hundred grand, we can find a Pharisee |
| Had to leave this genre just to find my family |
| Had to leave this genre just to find some worship |
| This is me divided between my pride and purpose |
| This is me responding to my God and worship |
| This is just a body filled with God the person |
| New slaves up in noose, hangin' |
| New slang, but the truth’s changin' |
| I’m Bruce Wayne but you can find me closer than the dark |
| Dark side, I’m starin' out the window |
| Lookin' for the life from the signal |
| There it go, look, there’s my hero |
| This rest on my ring, blood stain gazebo |
| What’s yours in mine at Cherokee casino |
| We lockin' up Ryan Lochte back in Rio |
| Wave! |
| I been in the clouds |
| When I touch down in your city better wave! |
| Try and slow it down, but I can’t stop |
| Homie I been on a wave! |
| Hands in the sky |
| Every time we gone and they always gotta wave! |
| Keep your hands high, high, high, high |
| I don’t talk man, man I just do action |
| I serve words that are written on napkins |
| Last name Hero, dressed like a pharaoh |
| Your last CD shoulda came with a pillow, awww |
| Who am I to judge, who am I to judge? |
| Not a lot of love when you comin' up |
| It’s me, Taelor, Wes P makin' waves on the jet ski |
| But not all together |
| Carry on like more bags |
| I been on a war path |
| Can’t afford a Colt 45 under the doormat |
| The less that the poor have, a cold war’s the forecast |
| I know there’s a God that I don’t see like wi-fi |
| This Southside |
| Dip on a cop like it’s Southside |
| Then drop to get $ 5 Popeyes |
| On my block I represent hunger |
| My stomach is thunder |
| Your thumbs hurt from dialin' these 9−1-1 numbers |
| I’m different |
| Call me tragic, I’m on a path where no map is |
| I’m magic and miracles are put to practice |
| Ain’t no lackin', they wanna laugh on my accent |
| I got quotes that make you look like an asterisk |
| You are none of that, me and Taelor gettin' W’s |
| Who could see me? |
| Name another dude |
| There’s a ton of rules that are man-made, made man go crazy |
| I’m a one-man band-aid |
| Fix my eyes on Christ |
| Like is away from me, but I do it like Mike |
| Suicide doors on a Jag, do what I like |
| All tinted, no limits, no blemish |
| Authentic, my drive |
| Only gettin' better with the wordplay |
| I be dippin' all the way to third base |
| These new rappers ain’t good enough, you heard me? |
| They all rap like they dropped out of third grade |
| Wave! |
| I been in the clouds |
| When I touch down in your city better wave! |
| Try and slow it down, but I can’t stop |
| Homie I been on a wave! |
| Hands in the sky |
| Every time we gone and they always gotta wave! |
| Keep your hands high, high, high, high |