[Intro:]
Yo, this one here goes out to the struggle
In the tradition of the old poets
Yo, the nation of poets
We haven't forgotten that
Yo, In the tradition of Careys Ciise Kaarshe
God bless his soul
I want to say something to you, my friends around the mic
[Verse 1:]
Until the lion learns to speak
The tales of hunting will be weak
My poetry hails within the streets
My poetry fails to be discrete
It travels across the earth and seas
From Eritrea to the West Indies
It knows no boundaries
No cheese
It's studied in parts of Greece
(runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey)
I am sick as far as lyrics
Not with as far as gimmicks
I spit, barrage, and limit
The shit they talk and rip it
I'm hip the hop is living
I skip the obvious women
Don't get what I'm presenting
No rims my mind is spinning
(runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey)
Yo, this one here goes out to the struggle
In the tradition of the old poets
Yo, the nation of poets
We haven't forgotten that
Yo, In the tradition of Careys Ciise Kaarshe
God bless his soul
I want to say something to you, my friends around the mic
[Verse 1:]
Until the lion learns to speak
The tales of hunting will be weak
My poetry hails within the streets
My poetry fails to be discrete
It travels across the earth and seas
From Eritrea to the West Indies
It knows no boundaries
No cheese
It's studied in parts of Greece
(runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey)
I am sick as far as lyrics
Not with as far as gimmicks
I spit, barrage, and limit
The shit they talk and rip it
I'm hip the hop is living
I skip the obvious women
Don't get what I'm presenting
No rims my mind is spinning
(runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey)
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