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lord gem - house of bars lyrics

[intro:]
“house of bars season 1”

[verse 1: lord gem]
yo i ask myself bruh really what i be rapping for
i have a 9 to 5 i don’t even need the cash involved
could it be the p-ssion for rapping is what i’m asking bruh
could it be the talent the father has placed inside this boy
i can’t explain it though
the sh-t is really wild, cannot tame it though
colleagues in the office think i’m crazy yo
wifey at the crib probably wonder why her baby so
hyped and obsessed whenever i hear a jay-z flow
let me say a thing or two, hip-hop is really spiritual, only n-ggas who, understand this part, can feel it too
the bars and the essence, lyrics dude
start the head bobbing?, then you know the song has finished you
common sense, to me love her when it’s hip-hop
smooth like cl, even cadavers in the pit (pete) rock
nasty bars, i’m kool g rapping with the big pacs
i don’t puff jays, but never shun me (sean/shawn me), when the green drops
cuz i’m on n-gga
leave it alone n-gga
i’m in the zone n-gga
spitting this poem n-gga
mic check yoooo let it begin
the flows is top notch with the recipe in
its lord gem

[verse 2: odc]
i wake up and bake up, a mans got to get him cake up
schemes of how to take over the streets of lagos
na wetin dey on my medulla, no time to sing halleluyah
the motivation na the moolah
feel the pressure like the deep sea, but i no go give in
on the road to zion, it’s a must i stay driven
by any means, i must to vanquish my enemies
with the metaphors, punchlines and similes
rhyming at the speed of light
k!ll a wack rapper when i hold the mic
era wey i come from, we no dey bite
you better come fully loaded, ready to bust
like -ssault rifle spit and blow them away to dust
clap you with lyricism, na lyrical slugfest
entire the fire line, i wish you luck god bless
i’m not sweet i no be kit kat, this that make you feel the pain
like a bart to your kneecap
spit like i sniff crack, dope dey the boy vein
beef? i go beef back they no dey the boy lane
i get into the booth and drop the bomb sh-ll
i don’t need a singer on the hook to help the song sell
na illgod, lord gemini
giving you the truth on the mic we no dey lie

[verse 3: terapy]
wild animals, devour fools like cannibals
hannibal cut your brain up, then i serve it to eat
rappers ain’t safe on this dope -ss beats
shout out to illgod for supplying the heat
i’m like bruce wayne in gotham, everything i rock is bulletproof
they shoot, nah they lying they popping water balloons
i’m like jacob, i only drop jewels in the summertime
i’m giving you life
resurrecting these dead bones, not saying i’m christ
maybe on the mic i am
journey through my mind like nastradam
i came to deliver all these lost souls back to the promise land
terapy and lord gem, ain’t no need to xplain
we undoubtedly nice like odiggy with the pidgin
steady busting your brain, yeah no limit, p!

- lord gem lyrics

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