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Son Rise
Daniel Son
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Futurewave
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Tzu! Tzu! Sun Tzu, ya fuckin' ass-kiss
Fuck time it is
That baby young shit
I can show you how we do it 'round here
I can show you how we do it
I be the man of the hour
All the wolves starve and meal plans get devoured
They got they hands out, I got the hand with the power
Grams of the powder
Out in New England mixin' clams with the chowder
My dude! Just hit me on the hip that be the business phone
Rather break bread with the squad than be rich alone
Ricochet hit the world and it chipped the bone
We gon' lock your top scorer down, switch the zone
I got the cash and the skank, got stash for the fans
Used to outrun the 12 with the pack in my jeans
Master the craft, now I add to the cream
Rollin' with the XD, switch the flash for a bang
Then rolled away to be the new leader
I see through the lies that the truth teach ya
Buckies mixin' hand sanitizer, two liters
I preserve the art of war, I be the Tzu-keeper
And I can show you how we do it 'round here
I can show you how we do it
Uh-huh
I fly to London for the tour, bury hundreds in the floor
Got a lil' somethin' keep me runnin' from the morgue
Youngins hungry for the war, that's why they runnin' through your door
Feel like deja vu, feel like somethin' from before
Catfish in the coat, fryin' scallops in the boat
They tryna see the vision but, that's a different scope
They was talkin' all that good shit, catch 'em in a choke
They couldn't stand the heat, they couldn't last up in the smoke
Sharks in the water think it's sweet up on the land
Where we eatin' with our hands, throw the season in the pan
Then we feed it to the fan, dry the leeches in the sand
Drunk car man teachin' secrets to the scarabs
Soon as racin' in the land, got patience with the plan
When they come for me I just pray it doesn't jam
Get up on a plane, try to make it to Japan
Just off the vinyl we done made a hundred grand
And it's a blessing
'Cause I know a hundred more soon new year
Tryna see how much would run before it jump
Middle fingers to the judge, fuck the courtroom
That brown bag, come on
How long have you flown your birds there?
Been flyin' about five years
How does it make you feel when you see your birds up there?
We feel good
How come?
To learn- to know that I could train them, you know
'Cause at first when I was starting to train them
I used to lose the birds
And now?
Now I could train them
Now I know how to teach them
They always stay here, they never go nowhere
They always stay in their home, they don't go no other place
How do you feel lookin' down on Harlem
Instead of bein' on the streets?
I don't know, it better to be out in the hood
Because out in the streets too much trouble
Too much- too many things going on in the street