Woorden:
Born Allah

bring the ruckus, so fuck it Born Allah is out for them duckets With niggaz with straps hit rats rollin' in them buckets [Chorus] Born Allah, can't

Love is like a shelter Brings me through the storm Life is full of anger Maybe I'm dead again now Maybe there's life in me So much stronger than the

stand for something that's more grand; The rest of the fam/ Demonous the winds, Abraham brang some of the Jinn/ Timothy, so broken, and all of the candles we born

it from me, it ain't cool to skip class, imagine it Five Gods, came to picture perfect to ovulate to it Music and expression of freedom, escape to it Not much to it, we was born

s right, my nigga Born That's right yo Lil' Free in the feds That's right, you'll be home nigga Yeah, we made it yeah, C Allah, word up That's fam yeah

behind gates, getting minature videos in a brief-case, Recording our every activities, indoors, outdoors, day & night, Obscenely invaded our policy, our prophecies, Star gazing, because allah

by decadence The weak in the wake of true black militants Hear the call and all heed the savior Praise Allah 'cause in his energy made ya The cream, Asiatic earth-born

you're just country bammer When, afraid our records would hit the top ten But they're illin with the shillings makin sum dead yen scorn Born, break up

back up North, it's the Weston Wild Texan, no trespassin' Long mics hit the dead arm Planet Earth, home of Islam Brooklyn, I was physically born, clothes torn Rough tacklin' the streets, Allah