Ra The Sun God - Trevor Phillips REMIX lyrics

Artist: Ra The Sun God Feat/Deion Song: Trevor Phillips Remix [Intro: Guys Talking] I asked for a fair day's pay after a fair day's work Then he kinda got a little angry So I admit - I kinda got a little angry Did you k** him? What kinda f**in Animal do you take me for, No I didn't k** him Oh, But I did kidnap the wife [Chorus: Ra The Sun God] None of these muthaf**as want, no problems But if they do, muthaf**as, no problem We gonna ball on these tricks, globe trot em Till we rule the f**in world, obama None of these muthaf**as want, no problems But if they do, muthaf**as, no problem We gonna ball on these tricks, globe trot em Till we rule the f**in world, obama [Verse 1: Deion] f*ggot rappers is mad that im back, im a fire hazard Had to smash em, the fact that they wack is a mighty factor Platinum plaques and the pa**ion they lackin is why it matters After bashin them ba*tards, they crash and retire faster Deadly with the pen, spittin aids through ya speakers Spreadin quickly makin the whole nation get weaker You get infected messin with ya maker and reaper I'll have you beggin me to stop the painful procedures But I fail to show mercy cuz you came to the teacher And acted like a cla** clown, I change your demeanor You're just a weak follower, now faced with the leader Who never gave a f**, but he's c**aine to you tweakers When you was on the titty, I was writin cla**ic disses Hittin everybody with the hardest lines that had em spinnin It's the D in this b**h, chasin paper, aggravatin haters And my homie Sun God, muhf**as say ya prayers [Chorus: Ra The Sun God] None of these muthaf**as want, no problems But if they do, muthaf**as, no problem We gonna ball on these tricks, globe trot em Till we rule the f**in world, obama None of these muthaf**as want, no problems But if they do, muthaf**as, no problem We gonna ball on these tricks, globe trot em Till we rule the f**in world, obama [Verse 2: Ra The Sun God] Wack rappers get slapped and they can't see me Im back in a track jacket that matches my black beanie These f*ggots are ga**ed up but they a** and they rap cheesy Im pa**in over their tracks so I skip em like scratched cds Idiots bu*thurt, get finished in one verse Yeah my sh**s the bomb, Been a lyricist from birth The kids god so im finna just run earth Ain't gotta twist my arm, no indian sunburn A sick lyricist livin inside pyramids Feelin all my fury, superior rhymes k**in this b**hes that dont get it - get buried alive idiots Area five one is the area im livin in Yall can try to knock me down but ill never give up I like my beats down low then I let em build up A crazy a** maniac is what im labeled as Trailer trash but im makin cash call me trevor phillips [Chorus: Ra The Sun God] None of these muthaf**as want, no problems But if they do, muthaf**as, no problem We gonna ball on these tricks, globe trot em Till we rule the f**in world, obama None of these muthaf**as want, no problems But if they do, muthaf**as, no problem We gonna ball on these tricks, globe trot em Till we rule the f**in world, obama [Bridge: Ra The Sun God] You dont want no problems wit me Keep that hatin on the low Mind yo business and just shut your mouth Im just out here chasin doe You dont want no problems wit me Keep that hatin on the low Mind yo business and just shut your mouth Im just out here chasin doe