Artist: Ra The Sun God Feat/Deion
Song: Trevor Phillips Remix
[Intro: Guys Talking]
I asked for a fair day's pay after a fair day's work
Then he kinda got a little angry
So I admit - I kinda got a little angry
Did you k** him? What kinda f**in
Animal do you take me for, No I didn't k** him
Oh, But I did kidnap the wife
[Chorus: Ra The Sun God]
None of these muthaf**as want, no problems
But if they do, muthaf**as, no problem
We gonna ball on these tricks, globe trot em
Till we rule the f**in world, obama
None of these muthaf**as want, no problems
But if they do, muthaf**as, no problem
We gonna ball on these tricks, globe trot em
Till we rule the f**in world, obama
[Verse 1: Deion]
f*ggot rappers is mad that im back, im a fire hazard
Had to smash em, the fact that they wack is a mighty factor
Platinum plaques and the pa**ion they lackin is why it matters
After bashin them ba*tards, they crash and retire faster
Deadly with the pen, spittin aids through ya speakers
Spreadin quickly makin the whole nation get weaker
You get infected messin with ya maker and reaper
I'll have you beggin me to stop the painful procedures
But I fail to show mercy cuz you came to the teacher
And acted like a cla** clown, I change your demeanor
You're just a weak follower, now faced with the leader
Who never gave a f**, but he's c**aine to you tweakers
When you was on the titty, I was writin cla**ic disses
Hittin everybody with the hardest lines that had em spinnin
It's the D in this b**h, chasin paper, aggravatin haters
And my homie Sun God, muhf**as say ya prayers
[Chorus: Ra The Sun God]
None of these muthaf**as want, no problems
But if they do, muthaf**as, no problem
We gonna ball on these tricks, globe trot em
Till we rule the f**in world, obama
None of these muthaf**as want, no problems
But if they do, muthaf**as, no problem
We gonna ball on these tricks, globe trot em
Till we rule the f**in world, obama
[Verse 2: Ra The Sun God]
Wack rappers get slapped and they can't see me
Im back in a track jacket that matches my black beanie
These f*ggots are ga**ed up but they a** and they rap cheesy
Im pa**in over their tracks so I skip em like scratched cds
Idiots bu*thurt, get finished in one verse
Yeah my sh**s the bomb, Been a lyricist from birth
The kids god so im finna just run earth
Ain't gotta twist my arm, no indian sunburn
A sick lyricist livin inside pyramids
Feelin all my fury, superior rhymes k**in this
b**hes that dont get it - get buried alive idiots
Area five one is the area im livin in
Yall can try to knock me down but ill never give up
I like my beats down low then I let em build up
A crazy a** maniac is what im labeled as
Trailer trash but im makin cash call me trevor phillips
[Chorus: Ra The Sun God]
None of these muthaf**as want, no problems
But if they do, muthaf**as, no problem
We gonna ball on these tricks, globe trot em
Till we rule the f**in world, obama
None of these muthaf**as want, no problems
But if they do, muthaf**as, no problem
We gonna ball on these tricks, globe trot em
Till we rule the f**in world, obama
[Bridge: Ra The Sun God]
You dont want no problems wit me
Keep that hatin on the low
Mind yo business and just shut your mouth
Im just out here chasin doe
You dont want no problems wit me
Keep that hatin on the low
Mind yo business and just shut your mouth
Im just out here chasin doe