Rez Proph - Ride Out

Days in the West with a Cape
Gave you the best of me
Played you my heart on my sleeve, brave
You were naturally
Intrigued and bout as bereaved strays who were after me
Leaped
Faith for the faculty weak
Pray for the casualties
Same old rap lesson
Ain't no half stepping
I'm Big Daddy Kane
In which Bag he came in
The kid gladly reigns
Your hit badly aimed
My spit carry flames
The script's Larry Payne's
Or Hector Peterson's
Either way it's fuck the police
No leash while a lit fatty flames
Smoke in your face bitch glad he came

1988, 22nd of August
Any second recorded
Was when he stepped in the waters
Ordered to sink or swim
Reported he thinks it's grim
For us to blink within
An unfriendly weapon of slaughter
The world
So keep both eyes open
And keep those high hopes and
Know that
For as long as flesh and soul are still intact
We gon' be on the blessed road through ill and whack
We gon' be strong where they stressing gold and killing black
Kings and Queens, no X and Os
The villain claps
But we gon' bring the feeling back

Written by:
Mncedi Kunene

Publisher:
Lyrics © Capasso

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