bring the ruckus, so fuck it Born Allah is out for them duckets With niggaz with straps hit rats rollin' in them buckets [Chorus] Born Allah, can't
boost we up in A&S, slipping and dipping to bedstuy Native, he used to beatbox, thousands'll listen yo, thats before, the wu got on, him and allah just
by decadence The weak in the wake of true black militants Hear the call and all heed the savior Praise Allah 'cause in his energy made ya The cream, Asiatic earth-born
Thank God Jehovah, Allah and Buddha bless People, no sequel cause I might be dead next week And after next week I can't turn the other cheek This against
keep on to my man Milk and Thai Like I said before the whole OGB is in full effect Most definitely, sent a shout on to the freestyle Born Allah Yeah,
all my fathers that fathered, hold your head up for starters Teach your toddlers, not to be thieves and robbers This that other kind of rap, that leads to true hip hop There's other
I be clocks with no socks Remember the days before your pants would sag Puerto Ricans on the block just throwin' up tags Yo, I was born with a rusty
contradiction One God we have one destination Respect each other and nothing can wrong Chorus Verse Me say me learn bout rama and hari krishna Guru gobind singh and the height of allah
way I am today You're the reason why I live how I live 'cause you made me the way I am [Huddy Comb] First of all, I was the worst of all The first born
shinin' And the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's fine wine Concrete raps go to black With 50 other niggaz on the other side of the map Knew it's
of me, pardon me flow Allah, we sworn we Wisin up, take care of home bases Then we slide to another part and start more hatred Life is sacred The other
more beats than Cristal's fine wine Concrete raps go to black with 50 other niggaz on the other side of the map Knew it's all good and all done what,
at the corral Adjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose our Aim the official, initial, is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah All that other bullshit ain't
[Hook- Ikon x2] we smash mics, and blast too precise and laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ [Jus Allah] we born builders, as life takes it
been on for 'bout 3 months When they catch her some say they pouring gas in her cunt Torch it like a blunt and sparked on the God born day She wanna be
a so-called thug nigga, here's a slug for ya wigga How ya figure? Ya test the style that was born to be wit' ya I was born to be bad, the Brooklyn Zu,
different from any place else in the world man, I look out my window i see the whole thing. One side of the street, is Malone's Funeral Home and the Other
Just like Stackhouse, kick ya back out, have you mad vexed Like you did your whole bid, but didn't max out, yo Jose is In other words courageous, from