
Rebirth AZ
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[Intro]
How can I be torn from the pages of history? Huh?
How can my name scraped off the pyramid walls
When I sat with Pharoahs and Kings?
You think you know, but you have no idea
[Verse 1]
This track's here it's like a breath of fresh air
That shaved through sunrays, families supper on Sundays
Had to run astray, pack up and run away
Fountain of youth, found it, feel like the younger A
Make sure my son okay, shit, that's the mission
College tuition, hope he get accepted to Princeton
If not, got his bail for prison
I know the pressures of the oppressor, it's hell living
Feel like I'm Mel Gibson, killing 'em kindly finally
Niggas untied me mami, love the punani, but I
Can't make you my Bonnie never, made for the cold weather
Haters y'all know better
How can I fold? I was told to hold it together
Listen, no intermissions, I am, so in position, like, Ali and Liston
Who could. box me the distance? Try me
Not a police caller, I give orders to creep on ya
I master the street corner, relax in the feet sauna and
Fuck if y'all don't like it, I'm here and I'm shown niceness
Appear in my own likeness, I zone as my own psychic
How can I be torn from the pages of history? Huh?
How can my name scraped off the pyramid walls
When I sat with Pharoahs and Kings?
You think you know, but you have no idea
[Verse 1]
This track's here it's like a breath of fresh air
That shaved through sunrays, families supper on Sundays
Had to run astray, pack up and run away
Fountain of youth, found it, feel like the younger A
Make sure my son okay, shit, that's the mission
College tuition, hope he get accepted to Princeton
If not, got his bail for prison
I know the pressures of the oppressor, it's hell living
Feel like I'm Mel Gibson, killing 'em kindly finally
Niggas untied me mami, love the punani, but I
Can't make you my Bonnie never, made for the cold weather
Haters y'all know better
How can I fold? I was told to hold it together
Listen, no intermissions, I am, so in position, like, Ali and Liston
Who could. box me the distance? Try me
Not a police caller, I give orders to creep on ya
I master the street corner, relax in the feet sauna and
Fuck if y'all don't like it, I'm here and I'm shown niceness
Appear in my own likeness, I zone as my own psychic
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