Rock Y’all Zion I

"Come on!"
Fa ya gon', fa ya gon'!
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"Come on!"
Yea, yea yea yea yea yea yo yo

You could never understand
The way that I feel but you swear ya can
Cuz you politics just make me sick
Let the ghetto knock drop 'til the speakers split

[Verse 1]
Yo I never roll dolo, even when I'm solo
Spirits come when the drums throw bolos
Baby rocking Polo, cocoa butter tears
Words to offend you shystie ass queers
You made for the scrillas, welcome to the realest
Styles that we bless, too fresh! You can't feel us
Fronting on the radio cause you can't blend
Hard for original sounds to get spinned (true!)
Always was a weird one, never fitted in
It's such a damn shame in the rap game mayne
Freaking you need to envy to hear the beat
Letterspeak don't mean shit in the street without heat
From a video - action! What's the main attraction?
Gimme ten hoochies look like Toni Braxton
Tell 'em ill, it's the sex that's selling
People get scared when you hollering for rebellion
Let 'em sit in a pool of piss
Taking sips from a stale deck motionless
The American dream, get fat and die
But Zion I never question Allah, hahh!