Siah - Gla** Bottom Boat lyrics

Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay Any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose Any foe, to a**ure the survival and the success of- Hip Hop [Siah] Hip hop's commodified, so my style is modified Not to meet the times rhymes, written fit between the lines Ends weave up the trends to make it up art I'm out for means cause gettin there's the best part Weekly we get freaky seekin this next porter For some R and R, I keep a fake plush rutabega Like real snakes, they wrap around but never enter Wrappin around my neck but it's never too tight You might just snap back like a old a** turtle But I could leap that hurdle like Moses Peace to E.D. from the We Be Fools that do be free Droppin stools and j**els upon the M-I-C [Yeshua] The maxilla willa spin a rap to fill your cap Then split it clean cut like guillotines but still you ask how I had a illa metta, (hook?) But since then a caterpillar better offered this now Fell down to, earth but I fly to counter Acts be right on out the beach I teach how to Wrap around heads in the urban like turbans Founder of the virgin: tight!! (?) see these fools be truly writin right and Tools be usually lightin sh-- up Heads get done better when Ken Boogaloo release the flow Bust, don't recline, just sit up [Ken Boogaloo] We be in the mix, it's time to build With rhymes I swell sk**s you get your mind swelled Design lines filled with logic the objects That the god gets styles from the burbs to the projects Universally my verses be touchin kids from nursery To universities, you heard of me, Boogaloo Comin off like burglary, personally I murder trees That leave my eyes burgundy, word to me So peep the baddest in action apparatuses waxin Definite satisfaction, heads be fakin jacksons like Janet Or dots mark planets like Bambaata The man got to get a sham hotter than an enchilada No digs I blow wigs with the flow so big To show kids a demonstration how I'm lacin the nation Makin' power moves like Ant. Mason And wastin crowds with the mics I'm embracin Peep the situation that you're facin The foolish empire, word, Yeshua can Siah Oh yes, droppin gems and sapphires