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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ransom
Künstler:in
Harry Fraud
Künstler:in
Randy Nichols
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Randy Nichols
Songwriter:in
Rory William Quigley
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Harry Fraud
Produzent:in
Dāvis Strauss
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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
They don't make shit sound dirty like this, Harry
Let me talk to 'em real quick
[Verse 1]
Yeah, look what you all did to me
But I turned all that blissful misery into ministry
Excuse my delivery, but I don't really mince words
I don't approach with tense nerves, that's how us men purge
You're shitting me, the things that I'm capable of physically
That's with my bare hands, I could spin blocks and bend curves, victory
Everything about Ran is a mystery
Except my ability, I etch my name out in history
Sketch the paint out so vividly, it's artistry
I paint things horribly and turn my poverty into sovereignty
They still looking awkwardly, they thinking I'm a novelty
Or some anomaly 'cause I write my lyrics with honesty
Yeah, it's a part of me, just skim through my discography
Majority'll say I'm the greatest breathing, arguably
Yeah, y'all just making things hard for me
But wholeheartedly, they won't bow down to authority
[Chorus]
No time for playing games, don't want to have to start naming names
But I'ma say some names 'cause
A chain of command is the only chain I claim
So don't ever stall the line and fall behind by chasing fame, damn
And now we gotta wonder who raised y'all
Real **** don't play hard 'cause ain't no coming back from a graveyard
No timid blood run through these brave hearts
I'm hoping you stay sharp and never turn your back in a face-off
[Verse 2]
They thinking I'm kind of nuts and still wondering where my screws went
In 1999, they was checking me for some new prints
Little red Corvette, purple rain on my new mink
In my lifetime, no reasonable doubt, I gave him the blueprint
And never got a title, but scripted the Holy Grail in a Bible
Loaded tales of arrival
They said it was written that hip-hop was nearly dead on arrival
I fed a fest for survival, no tears are shed for your idols
Turn civilized men to savage to see that is true
'Cause, ****, I am magic, too, we passing through
Stop your moles in a glass house, they throwing rocks and stones
Still, life is good, but you gotta watch the throne
And if you don't, you get a king's disease
They say I'm like Jordan with unfinished business, how many rings you need?
I'm God's son, but still a street disciple
They say the worst thing you could do is try to beat your idols
[Chorus]
No time for playing games, don't want to have to start naming names
But I'ma say some names 'cause
A chain of command is the only chain I claim
So don't ever stall the line and fall behind by chasing fame, damn
And now we gotta wonder who raised y'all
Real **** don't play hard 'cause ain't no coming back from a graveyard
No timid blood run through these brave hearts
I'm hoping you stay sharp and never turn your back in a face-off
Written by: Randy Nichols, Rory William Quigley