Ransom - No Introduction lyrics

Intro: He needs no introduction, he needs no publicity , he needs no promotion he only needs you to give him a big round of applause! I wanna hear you say it one time loud and clear on the count of three 1, 2 , 3 ,4 Verse 1: They said that the fire is gone , I say it never left Hotter than the brimstone found deep in the devils chest No religion I hold the vision farther than heavens steps I hope you listen theres no forgiven driven by every breath My pops could of stuck around but instead he left So he met his d**h but f** grieving im already stressed Bring it to the calistenics nice steady reps Im doing heavy sets drinking on every rest They say im very blessed, I think a different way I sell a clip of yay and Nia got kicks today I ain't got sh** to say this is just a sick display Street religion I give em' take a clip and pray Im legendary and sharper then ten machetes My vocals invoke spirits and wake up the cemetaries Where acres of men are buried My hands on the eagles and the only safety I knows playing the secondary You haters are never ready my words dope take em in vain They'll have you shakin like patients of epilepsy Im saying you best respect me the last one of his kind A street prophet you better pray that this vest protect me Won't wait til the feds arrest me my life should be celebrated Visions of middle-aged n***as saying they never made it The worlds segregated; the have and have-nots Blast shots what you expect? we ain't been educated Im mentally elevated Im meant to be levitated Those who oppose me is eventually devastated Im hated by many respected by all Loved by the ones who told me I was destined to fall Aggresive and raw I dont use discretion at all Artistic violence all of my weapons can draw From here to eternity my words will be surgery Mercifully the devil curses whoever gave birth to me The booth is my solitude this is church for me You shouldn't even exist on the same earth as me Send em straight to mercury for trying to spit a verse at me Im perfectly chiseled from cast iron my verses are scriptures from past zion I worship the pistol and blast iron submerged in the issues of scag buying My vivid tales of street horror will leave scars in the worst part of ya Brain and destroy it like pearl harbor this boy is the worlds author Autobiographical scriptures the first father jus listen and work harder Outro: Same as Intro (Crowd cheering in background)