
Famine Lyrics
- Genre:World Music/Folklore
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Yeah, there's a famine in the world
In the righteous world there is
There's a famine of bars
Let me go ahead and gather these words to ration out
What you got to trade
Shut up and listen
I set up the bars like I'm bought to lift weights
My flesh carry scars but to YAH I give thanks
Broke the iron cuffs, peep how my wrist shake
Exodus two point oh, we about to get bank
Every time I drop a gem I make the people fish face
Displace, all that crooked in ya strides and get strait
Switch hate, love and let go, and dip fake
I don't need a supporting cast, this not a wrist break
Brothers flashing truth with stolen guns and no ammo
Spitting facts through my gums and enamel
These are thousand death jams something cowards can't handle
Menorah with the work another spark of a candle
Seven projects, not seven years, Todah Yah for the channel
Every day in laws is good no more taking a gamble
Folks be quick to shake ya hands, careful shaking a rattle
I'm not talking baby toys, that's a snake with they babble
They only one foot in out here waving a paddle
Step in, catch this wave and they boat gets dismantled
How to grow and gain it all every tapes an example
Sit back, enjoy the vibes, mad breaks and the sample
And the bars too
I paint pictures like an art room
With a mind that's as sharp as a harpoon
I never change my style, not a cartoon
I'm tryna have a spirit that illuminates a dark room
Laying on my land with my family watch the stars move
Next boquer tell em service bout to start soon
Sh'ma Yisraels till our hearts move
And the faith will never bend like an arm do
Yeah, I try to flow out my mind
Todah Yahowah for the Torah, had to open my mind
Coping with crimes and binds I ain't know at the time
Grow in my prime, grind, serve Yahowah and climb, ahh
This ain't that chauvinist vibe
This that YAH is my driver say the chauffeur divine
No Chauvin during covid killing brothers on live
Lobotomy flows need to open ya minds
My bars sunshine need to open ya blinds
Mission to serve YAH, lead the deaf and the blind
Famine in the land but peep I'm dope with rhymes
Stored enough for the nation just to cope for these times, I'm out