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Born Allah

Someone to Hate

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Born Allah..Sweet Daddy Grace..The Supreme Being..Love Allah..Ill Boogie.. (*echoes*)[ Verse One ]Rap is my bitch, but right now she got me pissedLet these niggaz fuck for a buckDamn I mischocked, you platinum plus but it still sucksWestcoast stuff without a kakis and a ??But I ain`t giving up, the chronic and hennesey on my pistol rip pawYou fools bustin` cats in they rapzBut can`t take it when they raps bust backSo I be like "Yo fuck these emcees"I`m in a recordstore spitting on emcees, theseMy attitude rock is L`s with a golden nameplate and a KangoThat`s why rappers is gettin` strangledThey call me, Jack The Ripper when I`m off the liquorI smoke chronic, is raw spitting in ebonicsIf you want it, you got itBut you gotta call me `Your Highness`Cause me and my niggaz we`s gon` to bring the ruckus, so fuck itBorn Allah is out for them ducketsWith niggaz with straps hit rats rollin` in them buckets[ Chorus ]Born Allah, can`t hide y`all, Chief Big BallsSweet Daddy Amazin` Grace came to blaze the placeRaise the states, keep the hotness in your milkcratesAnd you can come to me if you`re looking for someone to hate"Next time we bring it to these faggots we ain`t playin" -> Jadakiss"You and your squad better praise the real God""I was born" "The A-L-L-A-H"[ Verse Two ]Yo, lyrically I don`t even see you fools is rappersBitch ass niggaz saggin` smilin` for the camerasWannabe gangsters, O.D.`ed on mafia-moviesDreamsy you smoking cigars, rollin` with uzi`sYou tutsi, wear in wardrobe for the movieYou really not the ill nigga that you claim to be (You`se a phoney)All gassed up by ya people, before comin` to me have a Pholie and a PrimoDeathwish, cause this a fist-fight to musicI`m closin` on rappers and make `em feel claustrophobicI wait in the den for you to come out the closetIt be the fourth of July, but ain`t nothing hoppin`Shockin`, I found out about your lil` girl RobinFucking a neighbourhood felon with no protectionMy erection is hard, cause I`m guard on the rapArm, leg, leg, arm, arm, head, `nuff said[ Chorus ][ Verse Three ]I spit refusely, my pin abused loselyWho got beef? Fool we all court in the streetI keep a p-noid, watching from across the roomstandin` like a b-boyFool you ain`t the one, you just a decoyKneeled before me like SallahStarvin` like Ramadan, lyrical phenomenonBorn, watch out, strike like lightningShould I be writing, get motherfuckers in the fightingIt`s on, my lyrics come in the form of a foetusThirty bars on labor, now you giving birth for dope shitEvery track I rip is like a birth-certificateFloor the mothership with these dibs, puffin` canibusCan you stand this, righteous man from Los AngelesNotorious lyricist, tryna overcome and gimmick shitMost of `em just mimmick it, bitin` a little bitBut don`t trip, we gon` squash that shit[ Chorus ] [ Samples cut `n scratches `til fade ]

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