California Ghost King - Dom Niggas Lyrics

Ain't no other choice it's got to be war
And I'm bout that (Slingshots)
Yeah, I'm bout that
I'm bout that, talented tenth won't peddle my talent
For a tenth of a talent to pay the rent for my tent
Tested so still tempted to tack titanium on my teeth
At times when I'm weak, to get rich and pitch to be "Def Jams" bottom bitch
But too much "Iceberg" flows through my veins "Slim" I'd rather be its pimp
Too much millage on that hoe, I'll drive down a whole new road
Cause these pawn ass junkie niggas is sounding old
Looking old... I mean played out not wise and bold flashing gold
But the truth of their existence is totally controlled
So the "Ghost" sing of spring underground until you revolt
To behold the foretold "King" has come
You bitch ass niggas run is done
Yah
I've been rapping before you could buy a book on how to rap
I been rapping since when battling could get your whole crew clapped
And most did it for knowledge of saving they self; from catching a rap
So on sheets of murdered trees, I learned reasons to write rhymes easing the pain
Of disease of loss of identities, we still slain
From these stillbirths we get money but without wealth my people we still hurt
Yah, yah
So on Tuesdays and Thursdays, you better watch for the sweep
But for the rest of the quarter, you better watch out for the "King"
Steadily growing this sovereign tree, none of their roots go as deep
Slaying giants without a fee, foo fighting for my people freedom (Dumb) niggaz (Dumb niggaz)
(Dumb niggaz) foo fighting for my people freedom (Dumb) niggaz (Dumb niggaz)
We saying you insane revolt, 45 colt
Make you sane bolt("Usain Bolt"), with the click-clack of the bolt
These dark figures be wild when they off of the boat
Slave ships and whips, made us niggas cause we broke
So we still act like niggas when we broke
Instead of painting pictures with each stroke, like period Baroque
Fugazi's on their period over performance placement and smoke
Young and old jokes, white-nose label distasteful off the coke
Didn't know I was a god, good thing that you awoke
For if you disrespect the Holy Ghost, your souls' breath maybe choked
Or head placed in a rich white women's lapel, like a blackamore broach
Blindly they grope on a slippery slope when it comes to going toe to toe
With the king
Super blue blood moon, lunar eclipse
I spit Israelite ambrosia from my lips
Pesach hip hop we sit atop with the/e gods
Bars upon bars, Kerrigan Nancy your knee with "The Crow" Brandon Lee
Get you blown like you was from the set, though
You was on the set in the scene for sho(sure/show)
I'm Batman, Batman in the shadows
Shining light at all of the shade they throw
Or crafting some jade in(Jaden) to stone
As a maker of high art that thou shalt see
Was destined to be the new liturgy
Craftily crafting what shall come to be
Of the labor and worship of all humanity
New rule
Young dime thought she was an Einstein
So she cried when she got sodomized by a Weinstein
But when lost Hebrews get killed by police can we say "me too"? (uh-uh)
With positions carved out by blueblood slaveholding rules? (uh-uh)
When they sing "I was born to be an American" does that go for slaves to
(Uh-uh) Can we truly say "me too"? (uh-uh)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, Yah, uh-uh
So on Tuesdays and Thursdays, you better watch for the sweep
But for the rest of the quarter, you better watch out for the "King"
Steadfastidly growing this sovereign tree, none of their roots go as deep
Slaying giants without a fee, foo fighting for my people freedom (Dumb) niggaz (Dumb niggaz)
Yah, foo fighting for my people free-dom (Dumb) niggaz, (Dumb niggaz)
Yah, foo fighting for my people free-dom (Dumb)
I think I'm a, slay me a giant (Slay me a giant, slay me a giant, coming after Goliath)
I think I'm bout to slay me a Goliath (We coming, we taking out Goliath, we coming)
Yah