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点击复制The Sun God - Hi-Tek
Written by：L. Lynn/V. Mojica/T. Cotrell
Common
Common
Yeah
Yeah
Hi Tek
All that
All that
All that
Free the rhyme or risk a dig into a deep sound abyss
Unit in the stash the beats and never found the sh*t
Experience like Hendrix keep my sound enriched
Cats ask about my stitch to me they soundin' b**ch
In my sounds the glitch of hatred for cats who ain't
Make it
I'ma give it as far as you can take it
Tried to take the safe
Way told you there's a gateway to skinny
Many can find it but few can climb it
I'm open minded like a pothead
Doin' what I gotta do to keep the spot fed
In the climate of locked dreads corn rows torn souls
Worn hoes who been molested by they uncle
I bundle amongst you cold motheruckers
The world is bitter like baby mothers
Look how far El Dorados and wine bottles ** us
Least God and the sun love us it's the Sun God
All that
All that
All that
All that
All that
All that
Everywhere is broken glass
Nephews smokin' squares nieces smokin' grass
Try not to say shoot around my daughter
She already know to blast
Catchin' the future don't know who threw the past
It's the
Year of the snake and the hidden dragon
Niggaz is fake like b**ches braggin'
Listen to the ocean
And the stars keep my vision in motion
In motion like cars
I'm down to Earth
At times I feel closer to Mars
The world is yours I'm hopin' it's ours
Some say the Gods is crazy
I see God in our babies
Child of the sun I allowed it to raise me
From a distance
Niggaz tried to appraise me
I'm hard to read like graffiti so it don't phase me
My days be spent behind dream's tent
Through the sun the divine being is sent
It's the Sun God
From he
Oh yeah
From he
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Only
Letters from prison sayin' we need a better religion
I'm a rebel that listens from a eighty seven position
I can't crystallize the mission lies within
Born to die even in death we begin
It's heavy jo learnin' what we already know
And carry low swing on a chariot slow
Brothers stick though remindin' me of revolution
If the drama comes I'ma have to uhh pop his gun
It's the Sun God
Oh yeah
Yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
To the sun
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
To the sun
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
To the sun
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah