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The Sun God Lyrics - Singles - Hi-tek

Common, common 

Yeah, yeah, Hi-Tek 

 

Free the rhyme or risk a dig into a deep sound abyss 

Unit in the stash the beats and never found the shit 

Experience like Hendrix, keep my sound enriched 

Cats ask about my stitch, to me they soundin' bitch 

 

In my sounds the glitch of hatred for cats who ain't make it 

I'ma give it, as far as you can take it 

Tried to take the safe way, told you there's a gateway to skinny 

Many can find it but few can climb it 

 

I'm open-minded like a pothead 

Doin' what I gotta do to keep the spot fed 

In the climate of locked dreads, corn-rows, torn souls 

Worn hoes, who been molested by they uncle 

 

I bundle, amongst you cold motheruckers 

The world is bitter, like baby mothers 

Look how far El Dorados and wine bottles drug us 

Least God and the sun love us, it's the Sun God 

 

Everywhere is broken glass 

Nephews smokin' squares, nieces smokin' grass 

Try not to say shoot around my daughter, she already know to blast 

Catchin' the future, don't know who threw the past 

 

It's the, year of the snake and the hidden dragon 

Niggaz is fake like bitches braggin' 

Listen to the ocean and the stars, keep my vision in motion 

In motion like cars 

 

I'm down to Earth, at times I feel closer to Mars 

The world is yours, I'm hopin' it's ours 

Some say the Gods is crazy, I see God in our babies 

Child of the sun, I allowed it to raise me 

 

From a distance niggaz tried to appraise me 

I'm hard to read like graffiti so it don't phase me 

My days be spent, behind dream's tent 

Through the sun the divine being is sent 

It's the Sun God 

 

Letters from prison sayin' we need a better religion 

I'm a rebel that listens from a eighty-seven position 

I can't crystallize the mission lies within 

Born to die even in death we begin 

 

It's heavy jo learnin' what we already know 

And carry low swing on a chariot slow 

Brothers stick though remindin' me of revolution 

If the drama comes I'ma have to, uhh, pop his gun 

It's the Sun God, yeah 

 

To the sun 

To the sun 

To the sun 

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