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Narci (feat. Mike Dimes)

de Godfather of Harlem

Blow up resistance
Go up in flames
Ain't 'bout religion (no, no)
Just born and raised

I'm loaded up in honor, rise up mighty dread
Fighting for my honor, not on an empty threat
You're gonna feel this, my love, feel this danger
I am the realest, my love, so follow me

Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh

I don't believe you, I don't believe this
Call us illegal, while taking our freedom
I'm more than human, but they call it treason
Them trafficking us, but somehow we're breathing

Calling us killers (yo)
Are waking sense
They pull the trigger (no, no)
And they are to blame (till I wonder how we gon' shine)

I'm loaded up in honor, rise up mighty dread (yeah)
Fighting for my honor, not on an empty threat
You're gonna feel this, my love, feel this danger
I am the realest, my love, so follow me (my turn, hol' up)

Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh

We're the realest (yeah), no gimmicks (yeah)
Oh God, I hope he see the good and bad for these villains (ah)
Start to finish (yeah), no cut
Raw, y'all, never scared to even start this war
Have mercy, daylight
In the cage, if you don't bite the snake, he gon' still bite ya (ah)
And no [?] is gon' shelter you from freedom
Especially if that corner breeds ya (breeds you)
Keep the grass cut, for the cobras and the vermin
Me and my dogs like Joyner and Scottie, tryna stay scot free
And if their head right you outrun the red light
Talkin' Jill Scott, [?], check your tail numbers
Never tell, talkin' [?] (yeah)
Or that one in the attic
I told 'em: One day the underdog gon' shine
Montana gotta have it, still climbin' up the ladder
Automatic

I'm loaded up in honor, rise up mighty dread
Fighting for my honor, not on an empty threat
You're gonna feel this, my love, feel this danger
I am the realest, my love, so follow me

Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh

I don't believe you, I don't believe this
Call us illegal, while taking our freedom
I'm more than human, but they call it treason
Them trafficking us, but somehow we're breathing

Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

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