A Tribe Called Red - BRAVE lyrics

Verse 1: Sound the alarm Snake to a charm like Sheikh is to Sharm 3D disk in the shape of bomb Word hit the page, shaking the calm No taking it wrong, I'm breaking the norm Cheers- Ted Danson - I'm raising the bar Rap's Monsanto, no flavor at all Fame of the Gods like flames into war.... Dreams of a native evolve Let the DJs reign over the pain in us all Like .... Table Reserved, who paid for it pa?.... Your name on the floor when the fame isn't yours like.... My guest list 99 names on the palm... We pray for the weak while we prey on the strong But tell me are you really ready? steady- go- heading for the next millennial This is MC Burial But i ain't never been a give and go player… with a sh**ty flow… I do this for culture…not the petty doe… GO!!!! Chorus: They say Jump, You Say HOW HIGH? They say Stunt, You Say HOW FLY? God bless the one that waved the way for you to win… God Bless the one that braved the way for you to win... Verse 2: You say youre a boss, but a pay check endorsed Might score points but the game isn't ours Land of the Free, Shame of the Fraud I don't bang with a squad, but I came with a force Go 'head say its a pause… I roll with a chief…breaking the law breaking the law like gwar No faking involved, but I'm taking it all, shaking you all …like Drones in a war… What? What!... I'm breaking my balls Hut! Hut!… Quarter Back on Your iTunes Cut Cut… Independent as f**, yup! Our lives gone dead…over lies for bread.. Your brother Narcy and A Tribe called Red… Might dance over my own dead Body… At a party where the vibes gone shotty.. Went from riding on the bus to an audi Top floor Medium- Dubai and Abu Dhabi Came back home - Montreal is a lobby Puffing on bobby, made it all kinda foggy Career on Ice Subhan.. No Hockey Roll with the punches when things get rocky All Praise due to the Most High but I'm Annunaki, a new Iraqi… Both Humble and Pac'y …Akhi.. Even the hustle can't knock me… How can they stop me? Getting it poppin… My visions are shocking… Enter my prison where visitors live in my bars… The timidest victim gets k**ed in my yard… So Selfish and Vain to sell for some dollars The Cells of my brain are Celibate Martyrs Even the hustle can't knock me… How can they stop me? Getting it poppin… My visions are shocking… There I said it and don't spin it, regret it Forget it forever indebted to pay.. THEY!!!! Chorus X 2