Leaf Erikson - Linwood's Covenant

Linwood's Covenant
(intro)
We are a city on a hill... that cannot be hidden
There we go... a, yo
(first verse)
My agreement is between me and He, go back to service, stop smokin' weed
And djarums, and don't follow these idols, cuz word to Rick Ross, they become rivals
Vs. mode like it's 3-on-2, handicap match, lace up ya Timbalands
Devil's snatch ya Benjamin's, cuz all worldly citizens, can quickly become Lincoln's
Courtesy of John Wilkes Booth, head trauma got they brains blown
History is unkind so I had to own-up and away, before I miss entry up inside the gates
I'm at place of reflection, my character flaws will keep me from perfection, so I'm selected
By omnipotent, unanimous, First Team All-Disciple, navigatin' life cycles wit a...
(hook)
Fresh wind, fresh fire, fresh wind, fresh fire
We are a city on a hill that cannot be hidden, We are a city on a hill that cannot be hidden
Wit a, fresh wind, fresh fire, fresh wind, fresh fire
We are a city on a hill that cannot be hidden, We are a city on a hill, yo
(second verse)
Driven to the maximum to utilize my full scale, Like I'm in Winter Park after dark, Full Sail
India Pale Ale, Sierra... Nevada, On a mission to have our music played on Saturn, a yo
So many styles from Sada Baby to Kash Doll, Cup overflows enough for all y'all
Temp rise 313 degrees, but you can change the channel if it ain't cha cup of tea
I sip Earl Grey and break bread, community fed, now we comin' out the woodshed...in droves
From Birmingham Groves to Jalen Rose Leadership Academy, the faculty
Students up in alignment, to get this product pushed to the stores on consignment
We knowledge formed by the solid cuts, mixed with adrenaline, watch as pressure erupts with
a...
(hook)
Fresh wind, fresh fire, fresh wind, fresh fire
We are a city on a hill that cannot be hidden, We are a city on the hill that cannot be hidden, wit
a
Fresh wind, fresh fire, fresh wind, fresh fire
We are a city on the hill that cannot be hidden, We are a city on a hill, that cannot be...
(outro)
Where we from, where we be, what we say, what we do
None of ya hidden agendas (none of that, none of that, none of that, none of that)
We run ya town from January to December (12 months)
The cycle repeats itself
(BlaaqGold)

To all the Kings, to all the Queens... (yeah, yeah)

Written by:
Trevor Payne, V. Corey Greenleaf

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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