Heavenly father I ask that you show me the way
Lately I've been feeling like I'm burning in flames
Confined to a shell that feels nothing but pain
Regurgitating nothing but rage
I've gone insane
But I'll transmute that anger
And use it to switch up the game
Oooo
I'm Riding in a 500 hunnid Benz
In a 500 hunnid Benz
Oooo
S Class
Woodgrain
And the darkest tints
Walk out
Got an avalanche on my wrist
Looking like a pimp
With about a hunnid flooded Cuban links
On the king
About to rule the monarchy
Rape the beat
Call it oral sodomy
While I write
I let my demons free
Off the leash
Let them ravage all my enemies
While I analyze this Ebony
Body looking heavenly
And I'm trying to sex her heavily
Hit her with that remedy
Lay the pipe so deep
In between them sheets
Put her ass to sleep
Then I'm on the creep
Back into these streets
To supply the fiends
Got to make these Benjamins
That's thug mentality
Gotta stack by any means
Even if that means
Scraping off the residue of the Coca leaf
Just so I can flow on beats
We gotta stack every dollar bill
Everybody gotta pay they bills
But tell me how the f*ck would it feel
If you had a hunnid mill
If you had a hunnid mill
Where I'm from you gotta jug and steal
Just to eat a meal
None of these motherf*ckers real
That's why I keep the Glock concealed
Whenever I'm in the field
Bagging up the trees in them plastic seals
Wake up in the morning and I roll my weed up
Always got a scheme to stack benjamins up
I got a dollar and a pipe dream
Blowing out chronic smoke
Like a f*cking fiend
Heavy sessions
Blowing Ps
Of the finest green
Herbal remedies
Good emcees
Have become obscurities
Oddities
All these rappers
Sound like they just trying scream
This a Ghetto Negus Odyssey
Better bow that knee
To the Pharaoh
Yahweh spitting sterile
And his lyrics yeah they thorough
Like a surgeon
And I'm about to blow
That's an explosion
No extortion
I'm just trying to deploy
These emotions
I've been drowning in a ocean
Full of toxic potions
Trapped within these notions
Fighting locust
What's the motive
Locomotive
Writing verses in a Lotus
Best believe
That they coldest
Cuz I wrote it
While my heart was f*cking frozen
Speaking sacred like I'm chosen
Split the weed up like I'm Moses
We gotta stack every dollar bill
Everybody gotta pay they bills
But tell me how the f*ck would it feel
If you had a hunnid mill
If you had a hunnid mill
Where I'm from you gotta jug and steal
Just to eat a meal
None of these motherf*ckers real
That's why I keep the Glock concealed
Whenever I'm in the field
Bagging up the trees in them plastic seals
That's the struggle of living in the ghetto
Struggle every day just to keep your head up
That's the struggle of living in the ghetto
Struggle every day just to keep your head up
Struggle ever day just to keep your head up
I'm screaming out for help
Doubting the hand that I've been dealt
I'm at war with myself
And I swear to God I need help
I'm battling a wicked nation
Forged out of desperation
And discrimination
A sad imitation of
God's creation
A land build off of fornication
And enslavement
We were kings and queens
But they reverted us to cave men
Preacher asking the Lord
Can anybody save them
My God
Why have you forsaken us
America really do eat its babies
Yahweh the Pharaoh - Ghetto Negus Ballad Lyrics
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Heavenly father I ask that you show me the way
Lately I've been feeling like I'm burning in flames
Confined to a shell that feels nothing but pain
Regurgitating nothing but rage
I've gone insane
But I'll transmute that anger
And use it to switch up the game
Oooo
I'm Riding in a 500 hunnid Benz
In a 500 hunnid Benz
Oooo
S Class
Woodgrain
And the darkest tints
Walk out
Got an avalanche on my wrist
Looking like a pimp
With about a hunnid flooded Cuban links
On the king
About to rule the monarchy
Rape the beat
Call it oral sodomy
While I write
I let my demons free
Off the leash
Let them ravage all my enemies
While I analyze this Ebony
Body looking heavenly
And I'm trying to sex her heavily
Hit her with that remedy
Lay the pipe so deep
In between them sheets
Put her ass to sleep
Then I'm on the creep
Back into these streets
To supply the fiends
Got to make these Benjamins
That's thug mentality
Gotta stack by any means
Even if that means
Scraping off the residue of the Coca leaf
Just so I can flow on beats
We gotta stack every dollar bill
Everybody gotta pay they bills
But tell me how the f*ck would it feel
If you had a hunnid mill
If you had a hunnid mill
Where I'm from you gotta jug and steal
Just to eat a meal
None of these motherf*ckers real
That's why I keep the Glock concealed
Whenever I'm in the field
Bagging up the trees in them plastic seals
Wake up in the morning and I roll my weed up
Always got a scheme to stack benjamins up
I got a dollar and a pipe dream
Blowing out chronic smoke
Like a f*cking fiend
Heavy sessions
Blowing Ps
Of the finest green
Herbal remedies
Good emcees
Have become obscurities
Oddities
All these rappers
Sound like they just trying scream
This a Ghetto Negus Odyssey
Better bow that knee
To the Pharaoh
Yahweh spitting sterile
And his lyrics yeah they thorough
Like a surgeon
And I'm about to blow
That's an explosion
No extortion
I'm just trying to deploy
These emotions
I've been drowning in a ocean
Full of toxic potions
Trapped within these notions
Fighting locust
What's the motive
Locomotive
Writing verses in a Lotus
Best believe
That they coldest
Cuz I wrote it
While my heart was f*cking frozen
Speaking sacred like I'm chosen
Split the weed up like I'm Moses
We gotta stack every dollar bill
Everybody gotta pay they bills
But tell me how the f*ck would it feel
If you had a hunnid mill
If you had a hunnid mill
Where I'm from you gotta jug and steal
Just to eat a meal
None of these motherf*ckers real
That's why I keep the Glock concealed
Whenever I'm in the field
Bagging up the trees in them plastic seals
That's the struggle of living in the ghetto
Struggle every day just to keep your head up
That's the struggle of living in the ghetto
Struggle every day just to keep your head up
Struggle ever day just to keep your head up
I'm screaming out for help
Doubting the hand that I've been dealt
I'm at war with myself
And I swear to God I need help
I'm battling a wicked nation
Forged out of desperation
And discrimination
A sad imitation of
God's creation
A land build off of fornication
And enslavement
We were kings and queens
But they reverted us to cave men
Preacher asking the Lord
Can anybody save them
My God
Why have you forsaken us
America really do eat its babies
Lately I've been feeling like I'm burning in flames
Confined to a shell that feels nothing but pain
Regurgitating nothing but rage
I've gone insane
But I'll transmute that anger
And use it to switch up the game
Oooo
I'm Riding in a 500 hunnid Benz
In a 500 hunnid Benz
Oooo
S Class
Woodgrain
And the darkest tints
Walk out
Got an avalanche on my wrist
Looking like a pimp
With about a hunnid flooded Cuban links
On the king
About to rule the monarchy
Rape the beat
Call it oral sodomy
While I write
I let my demons free
Off the leash
Let them ravage all my enemies
While I analyze this Ebony
Body looking heavenly
And I'm trying to sex her heavily
Hit her with that remedy
Lay the pipe so deep
In between them sheets
Put her ass to sleep
Then I'm on the creep
Back into these streets
To supply the fiends
Got to make these Benjamins
That's thug mentality
Gotta stack by any means
Even if that means
Scraping off the residue of the Coca leaf
Just so I can flow on beats
We gotta stack every dollar bill
Everybody gotta pay they bills
But tell me how the f*ck would it feel
If you had a hunnid mill
If you had a hunnid mill
Where I'm from you gotta jug and steal
Just to eat a meal
None of these motherf*ckers real
That's why I keep the Glock concealed
Whenever I'm in the field
Bagging up the trees in them plastic seals
Wake up in the morning and I roll my weed up
Always got a scheme to stack benjamins up
I got a dollar and a pipe dream
Blowing out chronic smoke
Like a f*cking fiend
Heavy sessions
Blowing Ps
Of the finest green
Herbal remedies
Good emcees
Have become obscurities
Oddities
All these rappers
Sound like they just trying scream
This a Ghetto Negus Odyssey
Better bow that knee
To the Pharaoh
Yahweh spitting sterile
And his lyrics yeah they thorough
Like a surgeon
And I'm about to blow
That's an explosion
No extortion
I'm just trying to deploy
These emotions
I've been drowning in a ocean
Full of toxic potions
Trapped within these notions
Fighting locust
What's the motive
Locomotive
Writing verses in a Lotus
Best believe
That they coldest
Cuz I wrote it
While my heart was f*cking frozen
Speaking sacred like I'm chosen
Split the weed up like I'm Moses
We gotta stack every dollar bill
Everybody gotta pay they bills
But tell me how the f*ck would it feel
If you had a hunnid mill
If you had a hunnid mill
Where I'm from you gotta jug and steal
Just to eat a meal
None of these motherf*ckers real
That's why I keep the Glock concealed
Whenever I'm in the field
Bagging up the trees in them plastic seals
That's the struggle of living in the ghetto
Struggle every day just to keep your head up
That's the struggle of living in the ghetto
Struggle every day just to keep your head up
Struggle ever day just to keep your head up
I'm screaming out for help
Doubting the hand that I've been dealt
I'm at war with myself
And I swear to God I need help
I'm battling a wicked nation
Forged out of desperation
And discrimination
A sad imitation of
God's creation
A land build off of fornication
And enslavement
We were kings and queens
But they reverted us to cave men
Preacher asking the Lord
Can anybody save them
My God
Why have you forsaken us
America really do eat its babies
Writer: Jesus Mesa
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