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Out The Mud

[hook]
i got it, imma tap in with the best tings, foreign car im the man
and they all wanna see a lil nigga on the tv, in the evenin', i got bands
you dont like me do not fight me i aint got no time for em niggas throwin' hands
cuz im bein' so cautious, nigga you cant tell me i got lots a options
x2

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Written by : praisetheslave & snazz
Produced by : Praisetheslave

Question: do you know your roots?

Lyrics

Hook.

Brotha man/
Running back, running back, running back/
Come back home, your mother land
Ain't love where your soul stand/

Brotha man /
Running back, running back, running back/
Don't know yourself in a bad land /
Come back, come back, come back

My home land /
Calling my name, its potent /
Most of my heritage broken /
Most of my identity stolen/ woo/

By the badland /
big city that's where snakes at/
The place where the hate, and fake at/
Running back, running back, running back, woo/

Verse (praise)

Where the roots at /
Young niggas really don't know that/
Most niggas don't know they homeland /
The cape in the north where my home at/

 gotta go back/
This shit ain't right, and I know that/
Gentrified my kind, it's so sad /
Uncultured tribe, where I'm based at/

I tend to go to panic 
And become too frantic 
When I realize I don't know my language /

The city has killed me and damaged 
My soul and I know i ain't got no advantage/

I'm just an Uncultured bastard /
Sometimes I just wonder if this really matter/

Is it too late for me 
If it isn't tell my people to wait for me/


But it isn't /
Time is shifting/
I've been living /
Inside a different /
Way of thinking /
Whatever I'm doin got grand daddy spirit/
Shout out to the ancestors know that they with us/
Pissin' on pissin' off all these niggas /
Cause Growing up ain't have pot to go piss in /
Thru all the endeavors I'll only get bigger/

Take it easy /
But fuck it this place do not please me/
Wanna go back home I need it /

Trust me my nigga I'm outchea  and fienin'/
Need me my freedom like I'm sarafina/
The fye in my soul got hit paraffin a /
My soul very sore 
As I'm constantly hearing my ancestors calling my name....... Like

BROTHA MAN [W/SNAZZZ]

PRIVATE

THE SAVIOUR OF SA HIP HOP .
Lyrics :

[Intro ]
Nasty C put us on the map but he is not your saviour 
A-reeece fits the picture but he is not your saviour 
Shane Eagle tried his best but he is not your saviour 
Trophy is not televised …but he is your saviour .
 
(Commotion)

Verse 

not even up to par , parochial rappers gon plead the fifth 
you see the shift , I’m too unshaken the picture don’t need a tilt 
here’s a tip , this a tour of the pyramids that I built 
never ask me what the cost be (Cosby) , sleeping next to the bill

fuck the covert simulation, daily hallucination , i spill my blood for the nation, an ocean of admiration 
Stogie T is the greatest, our minds are rather adjacent to 
view of the valley vacant , considered as braggadocios 

my surroundings full of people that stuck in a trans 
we disconnect the loops , and hope the trauma stay in the past 
never looking through the glass , we break it and steal the cash 
and brag amongst each other to convince that we living fast 

idolising oppression , the social media scapegoat 
rather crucify for likes , but never ask who to pray for
immortalise the crimes , and be surprised when we still broke 
we pulling the same ropes 

I toe tag em to the cemetery laughing , leave it in shambles . they gasping - the avalanche i resemble , i do this shid wearing sandals ,proceed to fathom I’m the saviour redirecting the pastors  , evaluating the factors ,I’m redefining your chakras 

an icon in its truest form , it’s written 
the pinnacle of existence 
they couldn’t see the vision 
I gave em’ glasses like Peter Griffin, a tad dismissive 
you Michael Jordan  , I’m Scotty Pippen 
i hope you listening 

the mind state of a black person , tryina purchase everything you never had , it’s never worth it ,you tryina tell yourself that deserve , party every week become a deadbeat to your purpose 

to be frank you kinda force to do a 9-5
every week too exhausted to release the drive 
that’s why I’m sketching all these verses just for you and I 
never drown inside the physical it’s suicide

Out The Mud

Miëzo

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