Lotor

Intro: Awon
Yeah, Awon, MZ, Boom Bap beats, that raw, for the mind though, Soulapowa

Verse 1: Awon
This is for the black hoodies, averecks, jackets and Tims
Same eye special bruise on the block with my friends
For the Philly blood guts in the wind, rugged jeans that outran
For DJs who still cut when they spin
For the carefree days before the Bentley's were fly
We had respect didn't wanna show our mother's we hot
So this is also for low toward the young king with knowledge
Who disrespected Zelda's and will never pay homage
I promise, is a fade when I see you, Solplex you might wreck you
Show you punk motherfucker's respect's due
I'm Zarkon your father of style
True emperor, of the empire bust your shit with a smile
I don't even need guns all I need is my hand
The problem is you never had your ass whooped by a man
Understand education is my plan, I never ran
Might slap you with the Bible in the hand
Heh

Hook
Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk
Keep it real as that
That's how you do
Wannabe emcees shaken
Cause suckers get sliced and sautéed

Verse 2: Awon
To whom it may concern, I'm tired of these clowns
You are at fault for investing in they sound
And I don't fuck around, you put em on your mantle
Now I'm in your town and your crib getting dismantled
The walls in back of me, rabid ready to fight
Your watered artist all built off of hype
I don't got an appetite for this bullshit
Even for the self righteous niggas at the pulpit
I call it like I see em, fake rappers I don't wanna be em
Uncle Tom house niggas, I don't wanna free em
I still got a heart so I don't wanna see em
Sell they soul for attention for another human being
It's sad and pathetic, emasculated culture of vultures
Exploiting this art form for profit
But ya'll gon' stop it because we've had enough
Of all the bullshit ya'll tryna sell us
Fuck your merch and your vinyl, you tryna be trendy
You ain't even own a turntable this is simply
The facts, your whole style simply jacked for real
How many nobs you slob for mass appeal?
Just maybe, if I put this hammer in your grill
You will realize we've had enough of you and chill
So the next time you try to say some wack shit
It's classic, fuck around and get yo ass kicked

Hook
Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk
Keep it real as that
That's how you do
Wannabe emcees shaken
Cause suckers get sliced and sautéed
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