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Fecha de emisión: 11.06.2020
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Tiger Song |
I was born a lover raised a fighter |
Sworn in a saint turnt into a sinner |
If I earn another stripe I be motherfucking tiger |
Next kill for the loaf you fucking with a winner |
Niggas going ham for a slice |
Can’t knock the hustle working for their next meal |
Wishing they could have a nigga life |
Pigeons ain’t eating, I’m just throwing them the heels |
Flipping you the bird while I’m flipping niggas bills |
If I’m whipping in the whip, sit, bitch nigga chill |
Couldn’t tell the pedal from the motherfucking wheel |
Niggas on my dick thinking that they on my heels |
Image never tarnish, stainless like steel |
Print the face real big, 'cause I’m still the emblem |
If they start I’ma end them |
No say no referendum |
Read my lips |
Read my lips |
Read my lips |
Read my lips |
Read my lips |
Malcolm was a failure, more fame than lethal |
Feeble, shot by his own people poignant the needle that feeds his blood, |
violent loops |
Last hoop he will leap through |
But its strong to be militant like it’s smart to be ignorant |
Just to sell all this nigga shit, 'cause they only buying nigga shit |
(God damn) Supply and demand |
They demand, I supply though surprised that I am |
I didn’t take a stand, money over matter, matter fact over fam |
I know that through experience |
Ain’t that right triple X? You feeling this |
I know that through experience |
Ain’t that right triple X? |
I was born three seeds in my palm |
Papa don’t preach, black quiet storm |
Speak with his first we recite his Psalms |
Raised a fighter though I had my qualms |
Gave two to the body another two to the jaw |
His little lip bleeding but my heart got scarred |
Pull the fire alarm |
Adolescent immolation, I protest these laws |
Born a lover, full lips soft hands |
Old head said it went against my brand |
Brand new stance, iron fisted jab |
Gift that gab and I whoop that ass |
People don’t change, they just do new task |
Another tool in the box another trip to the shed |
Men make men made men like pawns |
'Til we follow Islam to the Boko Haram |
I all empathy I sing with sympathy |
Simply not we spot our true enemy |
But all empathy I sing with sympathy |
Simply not we spot our true enemy |
But we are who we company |
If it’s health then we healthy |
If it’s wealth then we wealthy |
If it’s filth then we filthy |
Without saying if it’s guilt then we guilty |
I was born a lover, raised a fighter |
Papa said that’s how you raise a real nigga |
And he should know he should know |
Dead or in jail, nigga |
I’m a look who still here, nigga |
Hell yeah, hell yeah, yeah |
Look who still here, nigga |
Look who still here, nigga |
Man, man, ain’t here no more man |
Man, man, ain’t here |
And it’s hard on my psyche |
He suppose to be just like me |
Or me just like him |
He suppose to be my best friend |
Made excuses for him, said it was society |
Thug charm man had the whitest teeth |
Even in our music, even in the TV |
Even in the news, gave it to him easy |
But they hard on a nigga like me, man |
They hard on a nigga like me |
They hard on a nigga like me, man |
Ain’t never seen a nigga like me |
They want me to be one of them |
But I ain’t one of them I ain’t even one of them |
I start drifting when I think of him |
See a cold wind when I think of him |
I drift so far from shore |
Don’t they know niggas can’t swim |
Now Martin waiting on his harvest |
Debating if the state going be coarse or modest |
Fought as a pacifist accomplished |
More than all them Harlem niggas, pen his accomplice |
Fresh out of jail, suit still pressed the sharpest |
Look who the law for we going break laws regardless |
Outlaw nigga from the south |
Boys talking down got them diamonds in my mouth |
Every farmer when they plant their seed |
Dreams of sweet fruit with the greenest leaves |
From the strong branch of the tallest tree |
But never promised to taste what’s reaped |
Both portraits hanging over the couch |
Martin on the left, Malcom on the right |
As if still debate, still choice in route |
Some might understand what I’m taking about |
Born a lover raised a fighter |
Drawn to the air thrown to fire |
Only one heir to the highest |
If I told you that I cared I’m a motherfucking liar |
No shares, no compliance |
Every action got its opposite |
Know your fucking science |
Learned about David from Goliath |
Now my whole hood know how to defeat the giants |