Lotor

Lyrics

Intro: Awon Yeah, Awon, MZ, Boom Bap beats, that raw, for the mind though, Soulapowa Verse 1: Awon This is for the black hoodies, averecks, jackets and Tims Same eye special bruise on the block with my friends For the Philly blood guts in the wind, rugged jeans that outran For DJs who still cut when they spin For the carefree days before the Bentley's were fly We had respect didn't wanna show our mother's we hot So this is also for low toward the young king with knowledge Who disrespected Zelda's and will never pay homage I promise, is a fade when I see you, Solplex you might wreck you Show you punk motherfucker's respect's due I'm Zarkon your father of style True emperor, of the empire bust your shit with a smile I don't even need guns all I need is my hand The problem is you never had your ass whooped by a man Understand education is my plan, I never ran Might slap you with the Bible in the hand Heh Hook Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk Keep it real as that That's how you do Wannabe emcees shaken Cause suckers get sliced and sautéed Verse 2: Awon To whom it may concern, I'm tired of these clowns You are at fault for investing in they sound And I don't fuck around, you put em on your mantle Now I'm in your town and your crib getting dismantled The walls in back of me, rabid ready to fight Your watered artist all built off of hype I don't got an appetite for this bullshit Even for the self righteous niggas at the pulpit I call it like I see em, fake rappers I don't wanna be em Uncle Tom house niggas, I don't wanna free em I still got a heart so I don't wanna see em Sell they soul for attention for another human being It's sad and pathetic, emasculated culture of vultures Exploiting this art form for profit But ya'll gon' stop it because we've had enough Of all the bullshit ya'll tryna sell us Fuck your merch and your vinyl, you tryna be trendy You ain't even own a turntable this is simply The facts, your whole style simply jacked for real How many nobs you slob for mass appeal? Just maybe, if I put this hammer in your grill You will realize we've had enough of you and chill So the next time you try to say some wack shit It's classic, fuck around and get yo ass kicked Hook Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk Keep it real as that That's how you do Wannabe emcees shaken Cause suckers get sliced and sautéed (x2)