Hymn to Him Styles P & Havoc

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[Intro: Havoc]
Yeeah

[Verse 1: Havoc]
We the illest the realest to touch these mics
If they feel us they feel us
If not then its fuck they life
Get it live like saturday night
They don't recognize a prophet
But they pass up our mic
Niggas after my light
I shine that bright
Ya'll got fat whilst I was sitting
I'm back like I'm frank white nigga
In the booth off the dome like my name was jigga
In the booth getting dome nigga I'm that nigga
I'm a quater in now niggas giving intel
That's the shit I disavow
That don't even sit well
Good nigga sitting down
Cause them bitch niggas snitching
It's a sickness going around
Got a clipsе full of cures
Tell on us then it's yours for surе
For sure
Had to cut some niggas off
They ain't even have balls they was pussy to the core