Red Hat

[Verse 1: Amari Juwon]
I'm a leader of the new school
Government gonna have to fuck around and misrule
It's cool, my lyricism is too intense for them new dudes
Cause I got too much fucking soul for these new shoes
Is you on my fucking level? Hell nah
Prince Hova got that god flow, God, boy
Been sober for a long time I enjoy
Being the illest nigga alive, I don't lie boy
Life shares history, I make believe
Histomy, trapped inside of my body when really I'm a superbeing
Ask you Lord, I said sorry, is you gonna snifle the Cs?
I pray that all these bubble niggas renegade the team
Surgical prayer for [?] when I rip it out of me
The vertical layer for these beater rhymes because of me
Emergical haters on the scene cause of my ill rhyme scheme
Irreversible sprayer, when I hit the trigger you gotta leave
I chose this flow, I rose to go
We'll find your song, get the shot dust kill
These doctors kicked your bitch like soccer
Feel the vibe of Prince Hova, Jeak, Chris, Fig, HMG, and Alpha
Off beat bitch, suck it!

[Hook]
(Red hat, red hat) We run this shit
Taking over while they wonder how we done the shit (Red hat, red hat)
Niggas struggling, they be rolling with coronas and guns equipped (Red hat)
Following the dumbest shit (Red hat)
Leader of Republicans (Red hat)
Always on some other shit, so be a leader and don't follow IN THE wondering (Red hat, red hat)
We run this shit
Taking over while they wonder how we done the shit (Red hat, red hat)
We run this shit
Taking over while they wonder how we done the shit (Red hat)
We run this shit
Taking over while they wonder how we done the shit (Red hat, red hat)
We run this shit
Taking over while they wonder how we done the shit

[Verse 2: Jeak Rivers]
Blessings, no need for tissue
Blissful down by the Bayou
Pondering about society, why are we being lied to?
Light a fire, burn, and riots when a nigga die
Kinda hypocritical, subliminals within the lines, but I know!
I'm rapping for the dumb niggas
The dumb niggas
The dumb niggas, I'll say it over like tongue twisters
Never stutter, yet weight remain a buck fifty
Fuck with me like women, we needing company
KO composing concotions WITH toxins
And hoping to shoot for the stars like a rocket
They'll gaze from afar like "Damn he done made it!"
Started the movement and paved they own way
To escape from the gates and goddamn they got famous
Painting mosaics, young artisan ain't he? Ez
They waiting for KKK like damn, Jeak is starving them ain't he?
Ain't he, only sixteen and in college?
Jeez, please, hop off my dick
Studio sessions about every week
We gonna give you your fix, Jeak