Die Harder
Harold John
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We on now
Is this thing on?
Oh yeah I can hear myself
Let's go
Uh huh
Yeah
I'm the best you never heard of
Social injustice is revolution's precursor
I'm a speak the truth 'til I get murdered
Fear no jail
Been inside mo' cells than Pruno
Yes sir, bruh
Pop off 'til I get shot like Kennedy
Reincarnated Huey P.
Black Panther in a beat
All this energy without a drop of Hennessy
Fuck friends and girlfriends
All I want is hoes and enemies
The memory of Lindsey remains my centerpiece
My rock
Keeps me solid like 'Pac when I'm in the streets
Guardian Angel, literally
Feels like I can't lose
Might be new to you but Harold been a beast
Ah
80's baby, a barber couldn't fade me
Game done changed and these lames make me so angry
You marks soft as cotton balls
They ain't got' like me, I promise ya'll
Bomb first like a drone strike
'Em brake 'em off
I sing 'til the wee hours, up all night
And we don't stop until the sunlight
We just keep goin'
'Cause the die hard won't go down without a fight
How the hell you a thug but never been arrested?
Not here to glorify but I won't cosign to the rhetoric
Nowadays every emcee claim he a G
'Til the funk crack off, I'm a sit back wait and see
Make my own lane, Bay Area's Jay-Z
Dis me all you want out ya mouth and side of ya cheek
I will not respond
I'm beyond you peons
And don't think you ain't cooning
Just 'cause black face don't be on
Should be ashamed of yourselves
You rappers is raising a generation of ratchets and dumbasses
Twitter beef, bickering back and forth like bitches
Instead of addressing real issues:
Like how these prisons are the new plantations
And racism still permeates throughout the nation
Fuck Monsanto
Man, I want the Administration
I ain't 2pac, the new 'Pac or new Big
I'm Harold John
Raise a glass, salute the new kid
Bay biz bruh
Can I talk to 'em for a minute mayne?
Let me holla at 'em just for a little bit
Yeah
I ain't going nowhere until I decide to
Like 40 Water said:
"I'm a fixture, mayne"
And when I do finally die
One of the suckers blows my head off like Jack Kennedy or his brother Bobby
I will never leave this Earth
You hear me?
My spirit will never leave this existence
Swear to God
I'm a haunt you motherfuckers like the Ghost of Makaveli
And I don't need a fo-fo to make sure all yo' kids don't grow
I use the weapon between my earlobes
And fuck all you armchair revolutionaries and self-serving intellectuals
[That] ain't got the hear to to spill blood on the street for the People
I'll probably be a martyr for this-on my momma
Sorry momma
Rodney Kingdom is still here
From now until motherfucking Infinity
More Perfect Union mayne
Ey 'Em I been...
Jabbing 'em all night
Bring the knock out
Let's go