Hell Naww Nigga
This ain't no church
But the poets is here
Come to worship
In his Name
Welcome to the old town meeting ground
Where the poet the roach and the parishioner
Swarm in cosplay
Raised hands and antenna make room
For a great man
Juke joint rhodes organ
Suck wind on a talk shit corner
Knock knock earring chimes
Wash over the Bronx River Jordan
And the music make
Like niggas ain't never had nobody but themselves
They Building borough the street creed
They set the peeps they crew
Here ain't quite like the Oz we remember
But it sure as hell damn close
Poets know how to clear out a room
Let people back in
Open the cypher
Now Close it
Open the cypher
Now Close it
Open the cypher
We are all here to see you
The Bronx lent its rock and cradle to all of us
When those rare earths rose to press that Sugar Hill sound
Rezone our tenement trespass into nano futures
Fit for the global and the subversive
Tonight we come as a project housing a universe of need
Love bars sage crushed grief
Mock the origami cranes tempting our belief
Bullying them even to puff open
Breath new life into this broken bleating into a groove
Heads nod in unison
Synchronized to a line formation
In an N-O-I i-Robot parade
Shoulders hunch
Right foot fall forward
Drum fall out the larynx of a sample Orisha sky
Niggas rock Oz shakes
The world shakes
The lot of us never stop shaking
Hell Naww Nigga
This ain't no church
But the poets is here
Come to worship
In his Name
Hell Naww Nigga
This ain't no church
But the poets is here
Come to worship
In his Name
Ecclesiastical Heralds
Choking on corn dogs at the cathedral
While Mega scroll.
Sea been dead and awash with severed thumbs
Where I live now they murder priests for tryanny
Health care and a pass on hypocrisy
Where I'm from they kill unity
Let alone black humanity
Circle the world enough
And it will turn upside down
You will need your roach oil snake skin.
Climb these bars and bang rails from the belfry
Cause we spread in the minds
Faster than Rona on oil
Organic 5-G
Reaction is a death knell
From the burning spires
In the form of a million hate memes
Years done fell from my burning spear
There are people above us
Angels among us
MuMs born in the belly of hip hop
All we got is us and these poems
And your fight to find purpose beyond the page
Ancestors knew rage
Understood you the sage. Your poems had range
And touch the tips of other galaxies
And magnolia trees.
The little touches that exalt
That twinkle in your eye
Sometimes disguised as an overcast glaze
A real poet never behaves
Never slaves for the high score
You truth personified deserve more
Ain't you a wonder a dreamer a schemer a griot
An earth weaver mixing alphabet into recognizable soup
Something humanity can digest; lets save the world muMs
Word to God we can't do it without you.
Fronteras black book shell top y bomberos
Gun run product push hustle
Double dutch Hop scotch boost
Purple tongues grape now & laters
Top shelf monster juice
Loosie loose at the bodega
Hands up don't shoot
The gristle the crunk
The grind the whistle
And still he occupied those emcee bones
Nigga knew a pen had to be a metaphor for the gods in you
The OGs in cypher. The emcees on deck
The spit out yo neck
The blood spilt between two hills
This Four wall block nurse a city of dreams
Niggas choose
Niggas is chosen
Which one is you
Everything we do here is me & you
Niggas choose
Niggas is chosen
Which one is you?
Open Cypher (feat. Mike Ladd & Jessica Care Moore) Video (MV)
Performed By: Brad Walrond
Language: English
Length: 5:08
Written by: Mike Ladd, Brad Walrond, Jessica Moore
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Hell Naww Nigga
This ain't no church
But the poets is here
Come to worship
In his Name
Welcome to the old town meeting ground
Where the poet the roach and the parishioner
Swarm in cosplay
Raised hands and antenna make room
For a great man
Juke joint rhodes organ
Suck wind on a talk shit corner
Knock knock earring chimes
Wash over the Bronx River Jordan
And the music make
Like niggas ain't never had nobody but themselves
They Building borough the street creed
They set the peeps they crew
Here ain't quite like the Oz we remember
But it sure as hell damn close
Poets know how to clear out a room
Let people back in
Open the cypher
Now Close it
Open the cypher
Now Close it
Open the cypher
We are all here to see you
The Bronx lent its rock and cradle to all of us
When those rare earths rose to press that Sugar Hill sound
Rezone our tenement trespass into nano futures
Fit for the global and the subversive
Tonight we come as a project housing a universe of need
Love bars sage crushed grief
Mock the origami cranes tempting our belief
Bullying them even to puff open
Breath new life into this broken bleating into a groove
Heads nod in unison
Synchronized to a line formation
In an N-O-I i-Robot parade
Shoulders hunch
Right foot fall forward
Drum fall out the larynx of a sample Orisha sky
Niggas rock Oz shakes
The world shakes
The lot of us never stop shaking
Hell Naww Nigga
This ain't no church
But the poets is here
Come to worship
In his Name
Hell Naww Nigga
This ain't no church
But the poets is here
Come to worship
In his Name
Ecclesiastical Heralds
Choking on corn dogs at the cathedral
While Mega scroll.
Sea been dead and awash with severed thumbs
Where I live now they murder priests for tryanny
Health care and a pass on hypocrisy
Where I'm from they kill unity
Let alone black humanity
Circle the world enough
And it will turn upside down
You will need your roach oil snake skin.
Climb these bars and bang rails from the belfry
Cause we spread in the minds
Faster than Rona on oil
Organic 5-G
Reaction is a death knell
From the burning spires
In the form of a million hate memes
Years done fell from my burning spear
There are people above us
Angels among us
MuMs born in the belly of hip hop
All we got is us and these poems
And your fight to find purpose beyond the page
Ancestors knew rage
Understood you the sage. Your poems had range
And touch the tips of other galaxies
And magnolia trees.
The little touches that exalt
That twinkle in your eye
Sometimes disguised as an overcast glaze
A real poet never behaves
Never slaves for the high score
You truth personified deserve more
Ain't you a wonder a dreamer a schemer a griot
An earth weaver mixing alphabet into recognizable soup
Something humanity can digest; lets save the world muMs
Word to God we can't do it without you.
Fronteras black book shell top y bomberos
Gun run product push hustle
Double dutch Hop scotch boost
Purple tongues grape now & laters
Top shelf monster juice
Loosie loose at the bodega
Hands up don't shoot
The gristle the crunk
The grind the whistle
And still he occupied those emcee bones
Nigga knew a pen had to be a metaphor for the gods in you
The OGs in cypher. The emcees on deck
The spit out yo neck
The blood spilt between two hills
This Four wall block nurse a city of dreams
Niggas choose
Niggas is chosen
Which one is you
Everything we do here is me & you
Niggas choose
Niggas is chosen
Which one is you?
This ain't no church
But the poets is here
Come to worship
In his Name
Welcome to the old town meeting ground
Where the poet the roach and the parishioner
Swarm in cosplay
Raised hands and antenna make room
For a great man
Juke joint rhodes organ
Suck wind on a talk shit corner
Knock knock earring chimes
Wash over the Bronx River Jordan
And the music make
Like niggas ain't never had nobody but themselves
They Building borough the street creed
They set the peeps they crew
Here ain't quite like the Oz we remember
But it sure as hell damn close
Poets know how to clear out a room
Let people back in
Open the cypher
Now Close it
Open the cypher
Now Close it
Open the cypher
We are all here to see you
The Bronx lent its rock and cradle to all of us
When those rare earths rose to press that Sugar Hill sound
Rezone our tenement trespass into nano futures
Fit for the global and the subversive
Tonight we come as a project housing a universe of need
Love bars sage crushed grief
Mock the origami cranes tempting our belief
Bullying them even to puff open
Breath new life into this broken bleating into a groove
Heads nod in unison
Synchronized to a line formation
In an N-O-I i-Robot parade
Shoulders hunch
Right foot fall forward
Drum fall out the larynx of a sample Orisha sky
Niggas rock Oz shakes
The world shakes
The lot of us never stop shaking
Hell Naww Nigga
This ain't no church
But the poets is here
Come to worship
In his Name
Hell Naww Nigga
This ain't no church
But the poets is here
Come to worship
In his Name
Ecclesiastical Heralds
Choking on corn dogs at the cathedral
While Mega scroll.
Sea been dead and awash with severed thumbs
Where I live now they murder priests for tryanny
Health care and a pass on hypocrisy
Where I'm from they kill unity
Let alone black humanity
Circle the world enough
And it will turn upside down
You will need your roach oil snake skin.
Climb these bars and bang rails from the belfry
Cause we spread in the minds
Faster than Rona on oil
Organic 5-G
Reaction is a death knell
From the burning spires
In the form of a million hate memes
Years done fell from my burning spear
There are people above us
Angels among us
MuMs born in the belly of hip hop
All we got is us and these poems
And your fight to find purpose beyond the page
Ancestors knew rage
Understood you the sage. Your poems had range
And touch the tips of other galaxies
And magnolia trees.
The little touches that exalt
That twinkle in your eye
Sometimes disguised as an overcast glaze
A real poet never behaves
Never slaves for the high score
You truth personified deserve more
Ain't you a wonder a dreamer a schemer a griot
An earth weaver mixing alphabet into recognizable soup
Something humanity can digest; lets save the world muMs
Word to God we can't do it without you.
Fronteras black book shell top y bomberos
Gun run product push hustle
Double dutch Hop scotch boost
Purple tongues grape now & laters
Top shelf monster juice
Loosie loose at the bodega
Hands up don't shoot
The gristle the crunk
The grind the whistle
And still he occupied those emcee bones
Nigga knew a pen had to be a metaphor for the gods in you
The OGs in cypher. The emcees on deck
The spit out yo neck
The blood spilt between two hills
This Four wall block nurse a city of dreams
Niggas choose
Niggas is chosen
Which one is you
Everything we do here is me & you
Niggas choose
Niggas is chosen
Which one is you?
Writer: Mike Ladd, Brad Walrond, Jessica Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid