Rap Gods Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

im still standin.. 

this for the rap gods.. 

(andre) 

i tried to earn wings but, i think i grew horns 

and maybe thats why mc's rock me like porn 

flowin like the water in the mississippi river 

i suppose it grows in the hennessey sipper, thank me 

to do a show, and we tryin to do a palace, like a midnight jet, 

my soul roams off to dallas, 

its somethin like cream when we hustle on the scene 

other mc's and freaks wanna join the team 

dealers would fly, ride the engines of pimps 

the colors were candy coated, incredible rims 

and my dreams of what people sayin, dont get a job 

i realize now it was all the rap gods 

i slither through the streets like a boa constricter 

on my car dashboard got the gangsta pictures 

sportin leather and energy , could that be me? 

smokin weed listenin to run DMC? 

my repute wass a rap child, emotions of steel 

represent with no crew man, your life is sealed 

add a two's of all kinds, with gun zippers in em' 

see notes dont last long, we cant wait to spin em' 

oh cars, and bars, weed, greed, and clothes 

maintain my women, clown the rest of these hoes 

man, my festive up braid the truth of a rhyme 

after restin on jeopardy to my lifetime grind 

im like an angel thats high smoken' weed up in heaven 

we're as crooked as reverends, b-ball playground legends 

triangle, some say sinsanati bang goes, stars fangle 

hand cold as chris krango, we break hearts 

and crack rib praps, take trips far 

shop at the gap, ten by the rap gods 

shoot the git, so i blessed it with some weed, bacon, eggs and grits 

i can block the sun, like a solar-eclipse 

my homie said he had a yaght but i dont mess with ships 

the freak, said she hated dope dealers, they clock they ends, 

i said which is why ur payin this rapper then 

nickatina, im something like simbad the sailor 

dress in red and black, the true signs of a raider