Eastside Lyrics

Dream this a King speech

Kareem Abdul Jabbar reach, born sinner

Cesarean birth, etherean light bender

The meek shall inherit the earth I carried it first

That God of brimstone you kneel and pray to

I was there, when he was heir to the throne

Got his big bang on, theories change

I’m able to get my Caine on

Kill a track in a hoodie like Trayvon, go beyond

Normal brain capacity I’m outta my mind

But it's, designed like Einstein

I went back to the future and left mine behind

I'm arsenic with rhyme, Jimi Hendrix

With a guitar pick, purple hazin

Pandemonium from the podium when the pendulum swings

I betta not hear a pen drop

I watch the day light, fade into night

West Coast nigga all my life

But I let my mind travel, light years away

Just another day on the Eastside... right

What they know about that Watts Super Bowl, man

Locke and Jordan, we needed an escort to get to that muthafucka man... Ha-Ha right

Here to the dethrone the big dogs, fallin’ of Rome

Snatch your empire, twist like a gymnast

Lyrical composer, street novelist

Spit fire like Godzilla, feel the will of

God when I spit with the zeal of a prophet

Prodigal son returns

I'm hungry, not for a meal

Give me the recipe as long as the canopy

Of rap is covered, I love the energy

Deliver God the best the world can have the rest of me

It's etched in deep, I'm the vessel

My rap drives the vehicle, black lives matter

Plant life and animals, pain is unavoidable

Keep it minimal, simply enjoy the view

Watch my attitude don't move like these haters do

Taught by the realest dudes play by your own rules

I watch the day light, fade into night

West Coast nigga all my life

But I let my mind travel, light years away

Just another day on the Eastside... right

They don’t know nothin’ about dem Will Rogers Park free lunches.

Fuck that Ted Watkins shit, man!

They don’t know nothin’ about the Black tamale man on Avalon! Word

I'm own that God shit you got to kill me to stop it

Or jump out the cockpit

I'm committed to the flight not that plane old rap

Rocket out of sight, bent off that vodka

I'm a beast like Chewbacca

But I'm broke, like my Locke high locker, they hit my man

Cliff with a chopper

But you can’t kill God on the Eastside block, we get up and walk

Surrounded by wise men like Jesus in a manger

Fuck what they talk about watch their behavior

Old Fantasia’s American Idols

Prod ‘em in line with, Hillary Rodham

If not give ‘em sodomy, they love to fuck

And be entertained hear the pain in my language

Tryin’ to wake niggas up

Can't duck the truth when it’s hundred proof runnin’ through your molecules

I watch the day light, fade into night

West Coast nigga all my life

But I let my mind travel, light years away

Just another day on the Eastside... right

What’s up Big Cliff? Shit, I feel you baby! They can’t kill God, baby! We get up and walk

What’s up Payback? Shit, we grew up on dem cul de sacs in Watts, shit

Ain’t nowhere else to go but up from there, right? Shit! We’re doin’ good baby

We ain’t in the grave or in dem jails

What’s up Brotha Blink? O Tha Reel One! San Brown! Skin Deep, where you at

Shit, I feel the spirit of Chris Small in this muthafucka, man! I know you’re watchin’

Black Drop! Eastside! Shit, we’re here! Let’s get this shit