The Rap Gods (Explicit)

The Rap Gods (Explicit) - Andre Nickatina

I'm still standin

This for the rap gods

I tried to earn wings but

I think I grew horns

And maybe thats why

Mc's rock me like porn

Flowin like the water

In the mississippi river

I suppose it grows in the

Hennessey sipper thank me

To do a show and we tryin to

Do a palace like a midnight jet

My soul roams off to dallas

It's somethin like cream

When we hustle on the scene

Other mc's and freaks

Wanna join the team

Dealers would fly

Ride the engines of pi'mps

The colors were candy

Coated incredible ri'ms

And my dreams of what

People sayin dont get a job

I realize now it was all the rap gods

I slither through the streets

Like a boa constricter

On my car dashboard

Got the gangsta pictures

Sportin leather and energy

Could that be me

Smokin w**d listenin

To run DMC

My repute wass a rap child

Emotions of steel

Represent with no crew man

Your life is sealed

Add a two's of all kinds

With gun zippers in em'

See notes dont last long

We cant wait to spin em'

Oh cars and bars w**d

Greed and clothes

Maintain my women

Clown the rest of these hoes

Man my festive up braid

The truth of a rhyme

After restin on jeopardy

To my lifeti'me grind

I'm like an angel thats high

Smoken' w**d up in heaven

We're as crooked as reverends

B-ball playground legends

Triangle some say sinsanati

Bang goes stars fangle

Hand cold as chris krango

We break hearts

And crack rib praps

Take trips far

Shop at the gap

Ten by the rap gods

Shoot the git so I blessed it with

Some w**d bacon eggs and grit's

I can block the sun

Like a solar-eclipse

My homie said he had a yaght

But I dont mess with ships

The freak said she hated d**e dealers

They clock they ends

I said which is why ur payin this rapper then

Nickatina I'm something like si'mbad the sailor

Dress in red and black the true signs of a raider