Jamil - Renaissance ft. Jah Lyrics lyrics

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Jamil - Renaissance ft. Jah Lyrics lyrics

[Jamil:] Make a scene when I step in the door Young rapper with the dreads, keep it 3 double O Ain't afraid to write a song, plus I sing on the low But I ain't even in the mood to do that Let's bring it back Take a look at where we're at, cause we're switching it up Flipping the script cause nobody wants to listen to us Heard the rappers dropped the ball and I'm just picking it up Know my cup's been overflowing, I'm just licking it up Hiphop is in the building, ladies and children Take cover cause this wack rap is finished with us I'm delivering these bars, but they aren't kicking enough Made an album in 9 months, now I'm living it up So pick it up, pick it up like my name's the Black Sheep [Who's the, what's the] Please get at me I'm out here making seasons, if you're sneezing, God bless ya Got a hundred million songs I did it all off the record and that's the Renaissance [Jah Lyrics:] I'm the seed, or the rhythm, the rebel, the rhyme The mixed-breed between time My father was the Harlem Renaissance and hiphop was like my mom from the Bronx Man, I'm talking from Doo-Woop to Beatbox From Langston Hughes to 2Pac Next for the spot Young King authors armed with daily weapons over swords Cause what's a revolution without the Renaissance Same song, different verse that inspired the Civil Rights Real life behind these pen-stained bars Sentenced to life cause with bullets, I write wrongs in cursive with your name on 'em Can't ask questions before you bust a Cap Lock on 'em Period, point blank range Smooth Criminal gunning on 'em Like they're shooting, aww, made you look You're a slave to a page in my rhyme book Music so heartfelt, cardiac arrest flow 5-0 call a crime scene Murder ink dripping out my mouth Pages wedged between my teeth Like a starving artist, I'm about to feast A political threat jumping up out of these sheets Gil Scott, Public Enemy, Spike Lee Last of a dying breed Count Dracula to the rap game s**ing it dry and weeding out the weak I'm at your neck, homie Allergic to bite-style You lack heart, therefore acapella the beat on repeat The rhythm, the rebel, the rhyme The real, the revolt, the Renaissance [Jamil & Jah Lyrics:] The rhythm, the rebel, the rhyme The real, the revolt, the Renaissance

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