All these hip-hop artists/rappers rap about what they got. Well this is what I got... Off the upcoming album "Dead See" A.D. Disc.
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This is what I live for. This is what I am dying for the love of. Yahweh.
Story behind the song
For all the idolators.
Lyrics
Roxbury Molasses
Written by Mike Boston
Produced by G-Wizz
[VERSE 1]
I got,
hope for a change
& Change for a bum
Patience for the eager child
Who made it from the broken slums
Love for the ones who had to stay there to get it done
Stick it out Mah-Mah
& pray fierce until it come
Now take ya places it’s about to be gettin fun
And Every time I say this, I taste it...
I Gets,
Grace from His son
In a rat race for the greatest gun,
In a state of lamentation for the crack case who didn’t run.
Less Hate for the haters against the rules from where we come
Laughter for da wifey
Unashamed of our naked Love
Illuminati got a eye on every dollar
A spy in every hallway
& a liar for this very callin’
Long as you know this & keep it cool fa da fallin’
When it do come to fruition, ya be mindful of all this.
[CHORUS]
Roxbury molasses on a Sara Lee casket at the J.B. & Johnson
Eat ‘em up, eat ‘em up!
Spot scary as glasses fallin’ down as it crashes on a lady in Boston.
Dorchester, the land of the forgotten
Who wander as they plot & the squander.
Beat ‘em up, beat ‘em up!
More messy the manslaughter, the cops put it on ‘em
Like they care for the corner.
Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up. POW!
[VERSE 2]
When I was chosen I had a breath full of vodka
In a place where people stay rollin’ & wet at’cha chakra, pappa!
Locked in da docket of a courthouse corpus
Of da crimes I done committed that impreganate the pockets fa blocks
How can I stop this behavior, especially
In a haven where the coward run wit the heart of the godless, it’s awkward
Surely it’s rudimentary where they got us
But without the fear of war or rumors of it they can’t stop us, cuz
We been warrin’ since wee wittle toddlers
Couldn’t walk without the ricochet of poppin’ bouncin off of us.
This one’ for the skeptics who said it would be hectic
& The experts who covered us with the mark of a question
We done, gone to da Gothic & it cost us...
All a sudden erybody & they momma in Boston a archer.
Erythang’s erythang & not for nothin
But as many times erythang mounted to nothin is proposterous.
From Columbine to da Red Lake Massacre
All the way down through the ages
To the days of when they mastered us
I see the traces of a graven image cast at us
& it’s written in the faces of the babies that came after them.
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
Proper nukes get it paid off
& wit the sodomites & dikes come a constitutional chaos.
That’s why I’m laid back & laid off
Cuz when we gotta invade Iraq the young blacks become the trade off.
And now the hood don’t wanna holla at me.
‘Cuz to them, what’s REALLY good is he newest species of idolatry.
Same thing as modern-day Catholicism, Hermetics, Paganism
And the old school Kabballah.
But I’mma see you at the Corner Mall earnin’ dough
Fleeing when you see me like the Guvna was a germophobe.
But you don’t ever seem to learn it though.
That use to bother me
But since I ain’t no better I learned to let it go.
See I done drifted in the lackluster, sister was a cash shuckster
Kicked it to the hash hustlers ALL day.
I was splifted in a rass cluster. Spazzed out & act upper
‘Til the day the judge was like, “That does it...”
More the merrier, throw him in the back dungeon
Underneath the jail with his pitch-black crack cousin.
That was enough to miss being a track buster.
Sentenced to the Mass. chamber,
Beantown rap smuggler.
[CHORUS](2x)
