Black tribes, they show no love to our kind
Teach us about them crimes that we endured and survived
Power to our people, we had to make em believe us
Abducted and deceived us but frontin like they dont need us
How you give us religion and lie about all the facts
Stole from our culture, historical artifacts
It aint about race cus we done passed you twice
We the backbone of this country so ima need a slice
Black tribes, no heaven for bad guys
Life after death and then you get baptized
That exact lie is why is why we so far behind
At the end of the line, school teaching us in rewind
Black tribe, how we supposed to survive? Innocent black lives murdered before our eyes
Home of the free, land of the brave
Remember 9/11 but forget you was a slave
The life and time of nigga mind that’s fluttered with crime
Government officials lowkey tappin my lines
But we gon keep it cordial and act like everything normal
Playing possum wit the pigs but don’t tell them who warned you
We them kings, that lasted the test of time
Yall was testing my rhymes but I came back wit a bomb
The underline, supreme, the phenomenon
We grind, until our people on they feet
Never worried bout police cus we them niggas to see
Never wanted to be famous, just respect my pen
Fuck who you is, I’m that nigga from back when
You went thru neighborhoods looking for action
Couldn’t have picks, immediately snappin
On whoever wanted smoke, got easily packed quick
Rap til you run outta gas and don’t choke
Once a nigga get in his bag, he on go
Can’t see it coming down my eye
So i made the song cry
Been fighting it for a long time
Holding back thru the years, got too relaxed on my peers
Dropped a few tiers then double backed for some cheers
Now I’m back in the race, it’s time to pick up the pace
Naw, this ain’t the same Ase, I had pick up the weights
Got back in my bag and I ain’t stopping for jack
Wit my eyes on the sparrow, this road I’m on is too narrow
Make you tongue kiss the barrel if you meet my demands
This shit a blood sport, I can see retreat in ya plans
On the road to riches, unloadin clips on you bitches
But I ain’t aiming for legs, when I flame it, ya dead
I ain’t crying like a baby, you don’t play me then it’s swayze
Fresh to death nigga, have ya funeral in Macy’s
The people viewing ya corpse is ya biggest support
Cus they gon be the reason you got hit wit the torch
How you write and record some shit u don’t listen to
It’s barely physical currency, everything digital
If you owe me, you got it, homie I am past that
I just switch the channel, that’s what I said in my last rap
Thoughts remain abstract wit ya blood on the ceiling
Is rockin red bottoms still supporting black business?
I just wanna mention the owner French and Egyptian
Hit me on the line and we figure it out
Back to the story... guts and the glory
When I rap, they applaud me, u need heart for the war, chief
I shed a tear for my peers wit the football years
Animals locked on a tier, sensing fear thru tears
If you burn me on my journey ima wipe my hands of you
Disrespecting my land and the fam gon stand on you
Words penned so biblical, youngin this gift was meant for you
Gods gave u a talent, don’t let the streets be the end of you
Don’t let the streets be the end of you
This life wasn’t meant for you
Survive is what we built to do
Born and raised in the streets of Philadelphia, AR Ase is a hip hop artist who has been making waves in the underground rap
scene. With a sound that harkens back to the golden age of 90’s hip hop, AR Ase has been praised for his gritty lyrics and old-school beats that pay homage to the pioneers of the genre....more
