This is the song I was talking about last week. Amazing. This is why I still listen to rap. Lyrics.
Run decode that.
I know that Yeezus was a mortal man/
& HOV ain’t Jahova just a normal man/
you see we all lambs to the slaughter/
we all die but some die harder/
which one are you, either you’re a runner or run shit/
you a fetcher or you summon shit/
& I’m in the definition of a martyr let my name live on/
As the king without the a throne with all the honor/
I been in this game for years, it made me intelligent/
stupid niggas fade into irrelevance/I’m
permanently settled in like melanin, adimentium skeleton/
& sickness immune to modern medicine/
fighting ancient evils on the steeples & pulpits/
but now a days, we call it beefing, drama & bullshit/
most of these niggas half man but the full bitch/
wolves on full moons that’s only useful for smelling scents/
me I’m a predator & I’m telling you get the fuck from around me/
for the find you in the bushes with hell of dents/
this blood sport y’all only bleeding between the legs/
& I’m in no need of eggs my lady got full hips/
I’m after the presidents representing the Capitol/
any rapper from my residence I promise I’m better than/
citizen of the globe any place that I ever been/
I pissed on, that was for the wolves get a full sniff/
I know that Yeezus was a mortal man/
& HOV ain’t Jahova just a normal man/
you see we all lambs to the slaughter/
we all die but some die harder/
which one are you, either you’re a runner or run shit/
you a fetcher or you summon shit/
& I’m in the definition of a martyr let my name live on/
As the king without the a throne with all the honor/
Niggas want to bring the 90’s back/
I’m still using 70’s slang, that shit behind me jack/
Born in the 80’s Ronald Reagan try to slide me crack/
The walking dead was hunted by Feds, yo where the lively atoledo at/
Out of trouble & on the hustle where I be at/
I live within the jungle & on the humble the silent cat/
louder the lion the louder the lying/
the closer you niggas get to death to death the
louder you crying/
holler at me, won’t get a response I’m over seas/
when the phone tone change then I’m gone you know the steez/
Islam salaam is the belief/
it ain’t synonymous with bombs but I’m, one over beats/
know you can’t box with odd your arms will never reach/
so trying to talk to god the odds you’ll never speak/
but you could start by washing both of your feet & praying with open hands/
& bending both of your knees/
I know that Yeezus was a mortal man/
& HOV ain’t Jahova just a normal man/
you see we all lambs to the slaughter/
we all die but some die harder/
which one are you, either you’re a runner or run shit/
you a fetcher or you summon shit/
& I’m in the definition of a martyr let my name live on/
As the king without the a throne with all the honor/
See now a days we worship the stars/
that do nothing to deserve the applause/
that they receive, we huddle below the bar sub par is the new degree/
with the artists that’s out now guess it mustn’t be hard to reach/
if anybody come even close to being a beast/
they see them selves as god or regard them selves as the chief/
the streets is hungry for kings, the kings are hunting for rings/
my nigga I don’t wear jewelry so fuck who rocking a chain/
I’m just rocking a beat, mo I’m just doing my thing/
making money from rapping who claiming that talk is cheap/
but record sales & talent were never one in the same/
I’d be running the game if that rule were ever to change/
but this a tangible dream & I don’t do it for fame/
I just do it for heads, I just do it for bread/
I don’t do it for names, fuck who standing in line/
focusing in the guest list/
I’m focused on
my set list
& HOV ain’t Jahova just a normal man/
you see we all lambs to the slaughter/
we all die but some die harder/
which one are you, either you’re a runner or run shit/
you a fetcher or you summon shit/
& I’m in the definition of a martyr let my name live on/
As the king without the a throne with all the honor/
I been in this game for years, it made me intelligent/
stupid niggas fade into irrelevance/I’m
permanently settled in like melanin, adimentium skeleton/
& sickness immune to modern medicine/
fighting ancient evils on the steeples & pulpits/
but now a days, we call it beefing, drama & bullshit/
most of these niggas half man but the full bitch/
wolves on full moons that’s only useful for smelling scents/
me I’m a predator & I’m telling you get the fuck from around me/
for the find you in the bushes with hell of dents/
this blood sport y’all only bleeding between the legs/
& I’m in no need of eggs my lady got full hips/
I’m after the presidents representing the Capitol/
any rapper from my residence I promise I’m better than/
citizen of the globe any place that I ever been/
I pissed on, that was for the wolves get a full sniff/
I know that Yeezus was a mortal man/
& HOV ain’t Jahova just a normal man/
you see we all lambs to the slaughter/
we all die but some die harder/
which one are you, either you’re a runner or run shit/
you a fetcher or you summon shit/
& I’m in the definition of a martyr let my name live on/
As the king without the a throne with all the honor/
Niggas want to bring the 90’s back/
I’m still using 70’s slang, that shit behind me jack/
Born in the 80’s Ronald Reagan try to slide me crack/
The walking dead was hunted by Feds, yo where the lively atoledo at/
Out of trouble & on the hustle where I be at/
I live within the jungle & on the humble the silent cat/
louder the lion the louder the lying/
the closer you niggas get to death to death the
louder you crying/
holler at me, won’t get a response I’m over seas/
when the phone tone change then I’m gone you know the steez/
Islam salaam is the belief/
it ain’t synonymous with bombs but I’m, one over beats/
know you can’t box with odd your arms will never reach/
so trying to talk to god the odds you’ll never speak/
but you could start by washing both of your feet & praying with open hands/
& bending both of your knees/
I know that Yeezus was a mortal man/
& HOV ain’t Jahova just a normal man/
you see we all lambs to the slaughter/
we all die but some die harder/
which one are you, either you’re a runner or run shit/
you a fetcher or you summon shit/
& I’m in the definition of a martyr let my name live on/
As the king without the a throne with all the honor/
See now a days we worship the stars/
that do nothing to deserve the applause/
that they receive, we huddle below the bar sub par is the new degree/
with the artists that’s out now guess it mustn’t be hard to reach/
if anybody come even close to being a beast/
they see them selves as god or regard them selves as the chief/
the streets is hungry for kings, the kings are hunting for rings/
my nigga I don’t wear jewelry so fuck who rocking a chain/
I’m just rocking a beat, mo I’m just doing my thing/
making money from rapping who claiming that talk is cheap/
but record sales & talent were never one in the same/
I’d be running the game if that rule were ever to change/
but this a tangible dream & I don’t do it for fame/
I just do it for heads, I just do it for bread/
I don’t do it for names, fuck who standing in line/
focusing in the guest list/
I’m focused on
my set list
The entire FREE mixtape is dope, but I really want to draw attention to this song.
