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letra de father - ywf ricky p

[intro]
i invite the listeners to pray with me
god, there are so many voices speaking around me every day
it can be hard to decide who’s right
help me discern what your real truth is
show me how i can relate jesus’ life and teachings
to my own life today
father, please direct my steps towards you
in jesus’ name
amen

[verse 1]
where would i be if it wasn’t for the old school?
rakim, pac and the rest, swear to god i owе you
got me to be the man i am today in thе game
write to relieve my brain, to help breeze the pain
i believe in the art, poetic visionary from the start
thirteen, pen marks drip right from the heart
homage to pay for those that pave the way
rap to save the game for those that say my name
if sugar hill gang ain’t drop the hits they made
if cypress ain’t go insane in the membrane
insane in the brain, i know i wouldn’t rap the same
won’t ever put my dreams on the backend
been hacking lung since “i’m sorry ms. jackson”
outkast born to outlast all the wack trends
fat boy will always make some noise like (beastie boys)
gian in the hallways see me do what i enjoy
paper, pen, ink from the point, these words to anoint
feel good joints all day selected from the void
[hook]
was born from biggie and eric b
without them, where would i be?
emcees strictly for people like me
don’t rock with generics on beat
them other rappers just ain’t for me (nope)
don’t rock with generics on the beat

[verse 2]
gza, rza that real sick stuff for rick p
whip up rhymes, to own a victory (nipsey)
hip-hop gave birth, hip-hop made me
write rhymes to praise my god, he raise me
everyone wish they could fade me
but only god can erase me (facts)
but why would he write me just to smite me?
got asked if i was the rap jesus, i might be
selda and rick, they need us, we mighty (king sh-t!)
celebrate my father (hip-hop) who wrote my psyche
and gave me my mic, dressed me in them nikes
check my soul, ain’t no one else like me (that’s facts)
and shout out ira, no one else hype me
when i wasn’t high up, now i burn that pipe up
kids addicted like they got the rocks light up (spark it)

[hook]
[verse 3]
doc smack me on the ass and said wait
until you all find out he winds up dope
rocked mic with e’s since i knew my abc’s
chill with the rhymes while he climbs up slope (uh)
climax will smash the whack, there’s no hope (uh)
born for the game, i’m a bomb to the game
chill till you p-ss me off, then i sting like a wasp (facts)
you nothin but a moth caught up in the flame (uh huh)
wish you could be in my crew but not no dame
vince, kelsey or wayne, boog, dylan or zane
you could never be rick or down with it
you could never be vick, or crowned with it
you’ll always be a b-tch, frowned with it (facts)

[outro]
king rick sick to the core
real sick sh-t all for the globe
real sick sh-t for the globe

- ywf ricky p

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