Resurrected

(Intro)
Oh baby, i’m resurrected

(1. verse)
Billy Walsh’s in my entourages, fuck suits
Dark arts in my call log, why you tryin bond bruh? I don’t trust you
Nigga I’m Dutch Schulz
Why you playing russian Rou, why you wanna fucking feud?
We don’t play by the book, nigga fuck ya rules

Unless it’s laws of the power, jars of the powder, vibe gatsby’esque
Jumping on planes, we en route
Jumping on planes, we en route
Nigga go Denmark to London to Paris 2 US, I speak about 4 languages fluent
I’m a motherfucking student
Used to fuck my teachers, it ain’t made it to the news yet

All up in the Warner building giving mean faces
Add commas to my statements
Holla at my agent, dolla 4 I replace ya
Ego like Nino, Simone, I speak up, that speaker is blown
I could make Rita Orhhhhh

Arrividerci do you speak Milan, Negash a Habeshi fuck ya protocol
I’m just getting it on till my visa withdrawn 4 they deport a bra
I’ll bet u the very dude telling me I was a retard
Didn’t know that he was dealing with a savant
Can’t wait to come back in the streets I was born
Speeding in cars and I’m screaming out the roof

(Hook) [Jo & Negash Ali]
Can we play good
I’m here to teach you one play

Oh baby i’m resurrected

(2. verse)
You know that voice slaps, more wants more I’m a fucking spoiled brat
Come over here sit up on ya boy lap, ya whole crew looking like a boyband
Ya ain’t street boy, y’all backstreet boy, my niggers got psychosis from that hashis oil
Running round looking like ya pack heat boy, running round looking like a swap meet boy

Fuck suits we the new rocafella, get in a nigga face make him do macarena
Right left or center - Ya money or ya bitch and uh what a dilemma
I got no sense I got nothing to lose what do you want me do?
I used to be most humblest of dudes, this game made me crazy
Swear it made me kuukuuuu

Aruba, aye, James brown on ya
It’s a man’s world bitch lay it down for me, take a bow for me
Misogynist why you massaging dick?
Crowdsurfin in a moshy pit, ya ass drier than a Cosby skit
Flying round here with a cocky bitch, Simon says she’s a sodomist

Red wine and I got the blues like Ray, boombaye man I root like clay
Nigga don’t move it’s the boondock saints
I seduce like a cruel Sade
The flute I play, now that boomslang snake, man it soon vibrate
Every blue moon I pursuit like Blade, you blue eyed niggers with that voodoo game, uh, ah, aye

(Hook) [Jo & Negash Ali]
Can we play good
I’m here to teach u one play

Uh baby, i’m resurrected