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letra de n-lord - o.h.m

[verse 1: o.h.m]
im not your average savage (nah!) cromagnon man!
this ain’t your average ratchet, that’s a chrome magnum man!
pistol whip a snitch he thought it was a f-cking club
stone age life, times is hard, go rob your f-cking plug
and shoot a shooter, my reuger be like ooga booga
go shoot a shooter, my reuger be like ooga booga
you best me warry man, all my bros barbarians
your homey talking sl!ck, then you will have to burry him
we some vandals you can’t handle my barbarians(nah!)
yeah we some vandals you can’t handle my barbarians!
im puffin chunga, my ganja be like unga bunga
im puffin chunga , my ganja be like unga bunga
im not your average savage (nah!) cromagnon man!
this ain’t your average ratchet, that’s a chrome magnum man!
pistol whip a snitch he thought it was a f-cking club
stone age life, times is hard, go rob your f-cking plug

[verse 2: o.h.m]
… this cavementality is so contageous
i spoke with sages, wrote for ages, now i quote the pages
our women live as b-tches, look at where that got us man
if mom’s a goddes, man; then god is man. i got us man
you break the chain, escape the cave, and thus erase the slave
inside your mind, now strive to find, a way to shape the change
cuz he’s your brother, your enemies are greed and hunger
yes he’s our brother, our enemies are greed and hunger
your trust and faith in god, now you must awaken god!
your trust and faith in god, now you must awaken god!

[verse 3: o.h.m]
all praise paid to the bhodisattva nagas
prada wolf in chic clothing, black panthers in impalas
affluence is armor, tryna live dharma in harsh savanna
lock ya chakras, draw katana, chop away and say a mantra
2pac shakur, 2 glocks secure my modern day -ssata
this modern day has taught us awful modern ways of slaughter
now wonder why you’ve never seen the fathers who raise daughters
shakin naked in the paper rain, as playas play with dollars
we throw away our lives for it, then throw it and wave
i guess the founding fathers still keep n-ggas as slaves
the foolery of jewlery forever remains
today the founding fathers still keep n-ggas in chains
the zinc inside your cellphone was mined by black captives
the choclate in your valentine was grown by black captives
so sh-t ain’t sweet my n-gga, only call me when it’s action
cats who lack practice catch fractures when i slap em
the minute my nation is invaded by caucasions
my civilization immitated by caucasians
this admanistration inundadted with caucasians
who gain representation off the prison population
the greatest abomination, just waitin to bomb a nation
slash non-violent organization or congregation
stop debating, devils thirst for desctruction upon creation
i emplore you to explore meditation and reawaken

lord… n-gga!!!

- o h m

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