Let Go

Album cover art for "Let Go" by Fred the Godson

Fred the Godson - Rap

Let Go

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[Intro: Movie dialogue from Phone Booth] Thousands of people die every day, but you put one dead body In the middle of a busy street and it makes people crazy Be one of us [Verse 1] This reminds me of a dimmer sky Fire comin' out the trash cans, I hear they shiver, cry Bloody river, why? Grounds of hot coal Uptown, B-X, we will not grow That's what they told me I told 'em I beg to differ My flow'll paint 'em that picture I'll show you, see Fred that nigga, ahh Overcame adversity First sick, they was nursin' me I whisper in my uncle's hearse And now they save a verse for me So I prepare poems purposely, they fit perfectly I know life's a bitch I tried to lure her in like Urkel, see (woo!) Mama birth me, here in Bronx Lebanon My lines get busy I can't call it, telethon I'm surrounded by alcoholics and heroin Everyone, I been through hell and back Tell 'em bring it on Black round, MAC rounds in a black down I hop out and hear this chorus in the background, ahh [Chorus] I'm 'bout to let the TEC blow Mama tellin' me let go I hear her echo (echo, echo...) Forgive me father, I feel 'em I still gotta kill 'em (Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em..) I'm 'bout to let the TEC blow Mama tellin' me let go I hear her echo (echo, echo...) Forgive me father, I feel 'em I still gotta kill 'em (Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em..) [Verse 2] This is after Armageddon This the rapture This the eve before Bin Laden's capture This Saddam Hussein hangin' from a rope This when the first shift cocaine came in on the boat (woo!) This is the scriptures Different scripts, these the pictures Feds flickin' they pictures at Fred, well it figures I read Anne Frank's diary, it really left me bitter as an individual The invisible death of Hitler, sorry I go in deep thought, back to the street talk Teach 'em a lesson with the Wesson, you must keep chalk Now we in a uproar, and it's the police fault They gon' kill us 'til we all deceased, whoa A million men in D.C. that ain't do shit I was here gettin' PC'd, this is true shit Background, incarcerated scarfaces, Wu shit Let me calm down, woosah, this what I do, shit [Chorus] I'm 'bout to let the TEC blow Mama tellin' me let go I hear her echo (echo, echo...) Forgive me father, I feel 'em I still gotta kill 'em (Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em..) I'm 'bout to let the TEC blow Mama tellin' me let go I hear her echo (echo, echo...) Forgive me father, I feel 'em I still gotta kill 'em (Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em..) [Verse 3] Where we serve, violence is preferred So it's evil that is referred 'til we merge Heaven and hell, then we see which one'll emerge Sittin' in the church where it sound like voices is reverb So I'm observin' Reluctant, duckin' The serpent's lurkin' I'm hurtin', while workin' the birth of my daughter smirkin', ahh Will do whatever, wherever Whenever to whoever So never let her tell her daddy to bring Berettas I'm comin' to kill Clip me (?), 'fore they kill me And leave 'em underground covered in lilies Nigga really, you feel me This the CITY OF GOD This the CITY OF GOD The angels bombin', and Michael said it's gonna be hard So the opposition, I send my regards Then I gather TBM, yeah I'm comin' with squad I see Pun's reflection in the mirror Biggie's shadow while I'm walkin' Can't explain any clearer, ahh [Chorus] I'm 'bout to let the TEC blow Mama tellin' me let go I hear her echo (echo, echo...) Forgive me father, I feel 'em I still gotta kill 'em (Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em..) I'm 'bout to let the TEC blow Mama tellin' me let go I hear her echo (echo, echo...) Forgive me father, I feel 'em I still gotta kill 'em (Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em..)

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Credits

Writers
  • Sunny Heights
  • Fred the Godson