The Trinity Featuring Omar Con
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Many years in this shit, man
And I'm still here, we still here, S.O.N
The sun stay burning, man
We don't give a fuck about this shit
Straight like that, man
If you ever feel one way, you ever feel the way I feel
Well, it's whatever, man
We don't care about that shit
Keep moshing
Camouflage through the city lights, I paint pictures
Faint description, fascinated with crime
Abuse the weed and liquor, searching for the answers
Uncle Fidel died of cancer
If all the rise of black people, God is your only answer
A little laughter for the good times and bad times
A day of sunshine, driven in your deepest designs
Deeper our minds, keeper of rhymes, my soul reclines
Build a gold mine to see my fam grow with time
Although it may seem, it ain't what it appears to be
I stay sincerely, dearly, see I can feel the relating
Premonating, interrogating, God forsaken
My mama heart aching, daddy on the block baking
Another life taken, caught up in the hands of Satan
Great minds think alike, think elevation
I shall proceed to teach my seeds and I
Guaranteed indeed to blow trees and I
Searching for the light
I'm searching, gonna be a fight tonight
I'm searching, I'm searching for the light
I'm searching, I'm searching for a fight
In this hip-hop extravaganza, we the answer
Fuck dancers, pimp hoes, players and gamblers
We Black Panthers, bandanas with cocked hammers
Reporters got recorders, your films, tapes and cameras
Analyze this new grammar, you might catch us in Atlanta
We get around like sound antennas
Got rich, niggas can't stand us, paying to ban us
And blackball us, we set up traps with a chorus
Get clapped by my rap supporters, cats who bought us
Sleepwalkers, get advanced the street orders
Hell coming, drop the dice, no running
From here to London, still the snakes stay cunning
Christ descendants, shock the world with a sentence
Invade your kingdom, knock off the firstborn princes
Give repentance at the Heaven's gate entrance
I rise like I'm bank interest
I'm searching, searching for the light
I'm searching, gonna be a fight tonight
I'm searching, I'm searching for the light
I'm searching, I'm searching for a fight
It's going on like this one, be the sight for sight
Never gives a fuck about hype
Better use it for your rhymes, aight?
Smoke you for your peace pipe
T-N-T, Outlaw, who have you niggas seen, right?
F.A. Rock, what up, big divine?
Yo, Shallah, keep them niggas hands up, right?
While I fuck these niggas up, right?
Silence your lamb, it ain't sand, I lay dormant in the sand
Come visit my mini glass of mayhem
Jesus Christ and food stamps
Better move, man, you sticking out like a fat ass
It's a wrap, Glad, I went from pimping to scab
I'm that shit in the bag, in them pants
Holding back like Haystack Calhoun
You niggas is a pigeon coop, I mastered physics
I'm searching, searching for the light
I'm searching, gonna be a fight tonight
I'm searching, I'm searching for the light
I'm searching, I'm searching for a fight
We're fighting, fighting for the right
Ain't no way we can lose the fight tonight
See, as the son of man, we're fighting for our souls
Fighting with a plan, it's burning all my souls