Thru the Fire - Tasha The Amazon

Yup, the truth gon' hurt

Play by the rules but the rules don’t work,

Cash rules everything prove your worth,

Enough to make a pure heart do some dirt

So, light this swish up, start this bitch up,

Do what you gotta and I’m right there with you

Got no permission, on a mad mission

To fuck shit up from all positions

These are the days when shit goes down

Reach for the sky or kiss the ground

Nothing to lose when the pigs come round

We rebel royals with no crown

Ring the alarm, that war sound

Rise with the tide or ya’ll drown

Pump your brakes and just slow down

We rebel royals with no crown

My peoples ain’t copping no Porsches,

They’re hopping up all on my warship,

They’re burning down shit they don’t like,

And destroying all that they worship

We live a quick life with no foot brake

My people push rhymes or they push weight

Kush ain’t no crime, it’s the hood way

But a crook’s nine is a crook’s fate

It’s a good day, for a campaign

Shaka Zulu my damn name

New York, Egypt, Bahrain

Every siren sounds the damn same

No half crooks, no half kings,

No title prize for a half win,

My mind’s hungry, like fasting

For a shine that’s everlasting.

I’ve been to the top while I was wrestling with my shadow

I’ve been a rebel in the desert, I done battled through the fire

Through the fire

Done led an army and I brought down walls of castles

Done been alone against the world and I done battled through the fire

Through the fire

Through the fire, passed it,

Did that shit my own way

A phoenix from the ashes,

A diamond in a roach tray

So okay, you best know

The world is mine, Esco

The ghetto manifesto

Rally my troops and let’s go

Cause these days, the whole hood hurts

Can’t make rent, put in work

They with the pay get to run earth

And never look at what they done birthed

So, these are the days my team reigns

Watch for the coup on the replay,

Victory laps on the freeway

Got my head spinning like weed haze.

No time for beefing with cliques

No mind for heaving these bricks,

Tat read 'Azad' so I’m free as god

And I’m saving wall street a clip

Money don’t know how to act

So guerrillas on attack,

I set fire to theithey backs

Yeah, I lit it with they racks

Cause I love the smell of gasoline,

Balaclavas at the cash machine

And these Guy Fawkes on my blocks

Norman Rockwell come paint this scene

I been the best, survived the worst

Been tested and died of thirst,

Been passed and I been cursed,

I been the last and now I’m the first

Cause I hear a humming coming from all around

Killer bees on their way up from underground

Can’t nobody, nobody hold us down

We rebel royals with no crown

Cause I hear a humming coming from all around

Killer bees on their way up from underground

Can’t nobody, nobody hold us down

We rebel royals with no crown