AYE ft. Ras Dane Jah Lyrics

Some of these rappers don't have to spit rhymes

They gettin' money, throwin' baphomet signs Peep how I crafted these lines

My light is on, I write a psalm and chant it proper

You know me, the phantom or the opera They love the words, but can't stand the author

Command your chakras, your man a conqueror That's word to Concalah, I conqueror lah

Got bunker bars, the shit I shoot land amongst the stars

I don't aim at the moon, it's not a fair stretch I care less if their stress

I came with that boom bap, this shit they doin' whack

Who in tune to that? Change the frequency and bring the movement back

Settle for what? No, nada blow ganja The Hampton , Globe Trotter, who flow hotter

Your glow gotta be on some extra drip Just to connect with tip

I'm careful with the words that I select and spit

So expect some ish, this crazy fire The vibration, I raise it higher

Horror flow, Albert Hitchcock We been all fours, horror show

Hollow tips, pop, through they car door Babylon see us as they average niggas

We far more, they know the time That's why they try to dim the black stars for

Turning words, we flip While burning herb in our spliffs

Whenever I turn to spit, we not concern sound they shit

They too cool for school, they gon' learn trick We blaze tools that fools fire burn trick

We bring rhythm in the room to raise the energy sky high

Hit em with the boom, Babylon go go bye bye

They part of the rat pack, they hang with them snitches

We peeling their cap back, banging em them biscuit

Dealing fat sacs in the hood with shotters and misfits

Holes in they snapbacks, doctors cant mend' with stitches

Boom shaka laka, goon shotters with the choppers

In the room with the rastas, blazin' fire watchin' rockers