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letra de abundance v scarcity - o'hene savant

going out to all my people in africa
and my brothers and sisters in the islands
yes
o’hene savant
black love

[verse 1]
i got so many ideas
i am the universe i do not fear
i make it as easy as it appears
this is the reason that i have no peers
would-be compet-tion i leave in tears
in a couple of years, now see if they still here
why are they scared? why is their confidence scarce
they can’t get it popping in here
o. savant is like a prophet and seer
known for rhyming and incredible [?], there
never can be, and never can be another
and inevitably, i get ‘em to see i’m something
from another planet with a antidote of making music
jump in a delorean and i’m back to the future
yup, not new to the groove
just move to the tune in a new revolution
said i’m, not new to the groove
just move to the tune in a new revolution

[chorus]
we don’t live in scare-city
we don’t live in scare-city
therefore get up and do the abun-dance
get up and do the abun-dance

we don’t live in scare-city
we don’t live in scare-city
better get up and do the abun-dance
get up and do the abun-dance oh

get from the trap
get from the trap
get from the trap
get away from the trap

get get from the trap
get from the trap
get from the trap
get away from the trap

back to the black
back to the black
back to the black
get back to the black

get from the trap
get from the trap
get from the trap
get away from the trap

get get from the trap
get from the trap
get from the trap
get away from the trap

back to the black
back to the black
back to the black
get back to the black

[verse 2]
i pledge allegiance to the flag
to the red and to the green and the black
this the reason i’m ahead of the pack
to my melanated people, yes it’s a pact
facts, i was striding through the streets of ghana
with a royal strut and with a street persona
used to eat c-ssava to the beats [?]
keep a lot of people needing product
like i was selling them crack
but i’m not pushing no percs or no packs
only the rhythm i give ‘em on tracks
you can stop tapping my phone and relax, lax, lax, lax
back to the blacks
hat to the back, them cats with the swag
from the hood to the islands
back to the black with the world turn back to the africa map