The Reaper’s Hood

Nicholas Craven & Ransom - Rap
The Reaper’s Hood
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Duration: 2:10
Lyrics
[Intro] Ayo, I got a beautiful mind, man For real Gimme my roses while I'm here I can see shit so differently, man It's like It's like I can picture everything Every word in my head, I picture it [Verse] Several bullet wounds on these hooded goons You could assume it's the type of product you cooked in spoons I took the fumes so every drug that they would consume When opportunity knocked, it came in and shook the room Why do I speak so vividly on these crooked tunes? Why should I preach my ministry when you look to coon? Nah, this ain't the average street rhetoric, I teach etiquette I speak delicate, but move with the strength to impeach presidents You made them think that your art's official But all I see is this artificial I don't concern myself with these artists issues I got daughters, come feel the wrath of their father's pistols From a era when bootlegging DVDs Might've been thought better than have a career in medicine I'm from a era where a pack of Newports, a pint of some Everclear I take away pain as if it was never there My every vocal is carved with a diamond, the Harvard of rhyming The stars is aligning, that's marvelous timing Far from a street rapper, I'm Langston Hughes with a tainted view You soft as a hymen, I'm breaking pussies, too late for rookies A scholar like W.E.B How the fuck could you be me? Every single word I utter is 3D A motion picture, my picture's in motion, a different devotion That's what sets me apart from all these dicks you're promoting [Outro] Fact I still got it, man Hahah I still got it I be talking, man The Reaper's Hood, boy
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Credits
- Writers
- Ransom
- Nicholas Craven