[Verse 1: Iron Solomon]
My grandfather Solomon was wiser than the norm
Never met him 'cause he died before I was ever born
But then my father in his honour dubbed me with his name
His legacy remains and his blood is in my veins
They said when I was born you could feel it in the room
Oversee the baby boy get delivered from the womb
With the ghosts of all the poets and the killers and the goons
And the souls of fallen soldiers who were buildin' the platoon
Breathing life into my lungs like air in a balloon
So they can see me rise above from the ceiling to the moon
So that when I'm dead and gone and I'm buried in a tomb
Then my music can live on and my spirit will resume
So I'm delivering my own recital, influenced by all my idols
Singing every note as Michael, spitting like I wrote the bible
Swinging like I hold the title, hitting like I'm homicidal
Kicking like a loaded rifle, this shit is the older cycle
[Chorus: Kool G Rap]
You know my grind came for dollar after dollar, boy, we gets it in
That life could turn kids to men, woman dope needle prick the skin
Barrels on a plate can spin, real niggas that twist ya brim
Church go and switch the sin, no confusion, we gets it in
[?] with mamas that visit [?] in Michigan
Settle beef in advance, wear the pants with the pistol in
My close circle move in silence, that's why we whisperin'
Make no mistake about it, get outed and see we gets it in
My grandfather Solomon was wiser than the norm
Never met him 'cause he died before I was ever born
But then my father in his honour dubbed me with his name
His legacy remains and his blood is in my veins
They said when I was born you could feel it in the room
Oversee the baby boy get delivered from the womb
With the ghosts of all the poets and the killers and the goons
And the souls of fallen soldiers who were buildin' the platoon
Breathing life into my lungs like air in a balloon
So they can see me rise above from the ceiling to the moon
So that when I'm dead and gone and I'm buried in a tomb
Then my music can live on and my spirit will resume
So I'm delivering my own recital, influenced by all my idols
Singing every note as Michael, spitting like I wrote the bible
Swinging like I hold the title, hitting like I'm homicidal
Kicking like a loaded rifle, this shit is the older cycle
[Chorus: Kool G Rap]
You know my grind came for dollar after dollar, boy, we gets it in
That life could turn kids to men, woman dope needle prick the skin
Barrels on a plate can spin, real niggas that twist ya brim
Church go and switch the sin, no confusion, we gets it in
[?] with mamas that visit [?] in Michigan
Settle beef in advance, wear the pants with the pistol in
My close circle move in silence, that's why we whisperin'
Make no mistake about it, get outed and see we gets it in
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