Worldwide

Lyrics
Worldwide, international Intellect, dialect from the spiritual The original born-again miracle Longitude and latitude, circle the globe Become international, the Goldinchild lifestyle So many rhymes and yet I stay versatile Just a street soldier constantly on the prowl Making sure that my clique stay original Die for the cause, too many liars Wishing on stars and they still ain't up to par Yet just a fraction, see my reaction Attack with the phatness, never ever wackness You need to go home, your whole crew need practice You lack this, yo son I trust in the Scripture Open up my mind and insert the picture Much respect to the Remnant Militia Poetic energetic, words are prophetic Vocal cords, the swords, rhyme behind closed doors Metaphors are constantly leaking out my pours Blink, spider's ink, the way that you think Your crew and your rhyme style have become extinct Slick like Rick, number one draft pick Emcees make me sick with their alcoholic beverages Time to grab the microphone and take away their privileges I span the whole global, blow up like... Kick the vocal la vida local Unsocial to those starting rumours You coming in and out of style like shell toes and pumas Sin be like tumors, I gots the cure Jesus gives you more, this be the hardcore And I be down, down for East and West coast tours Or KJ-52, so what you wanna do? My crew came through to learn these 1's and 2's And leave your mind confused just like a Rubik's cubes My mind reflects back to past memories And days of the mid 70's Life as a baby was crazy My mindstate was ill Until the word of God fell and tells me that I'm loved I feel snubbed by a society, that times are straight up cold I was told that a man dies, the truth unfolds Before my eyes I realize that the devil's lies Keep my anger bottled up inside I strive, I try to set myself free With alcohol, females, popularity But it can never be The answer to my poverty Came from the One abused, bruised But still remained true I told myself in a time of help Some seem to find a way, but still I pray Hang on for brighter days Coz my old ways have been changed This might be strange to those living on the outside But still I let it loose, I bring it worldwide
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Credits
- Writers
- KJ-52
- Goldinchild