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ngajuana – liberate the flock lyrics

call me a shepherd, i’m really just a man with a plan
why save sheep, when i could fix the land with the lambs
my speech special, any lesser emcee i teach lessons
consequently, i eat more beats than i eat breakfast
it’s music with a message, text with texture
fact mixed with fiction, or truth with conjecture
you can speculate, about the truths to which i self-dedicate
or you can check my record, it’s the tale of a heavyweight
i bullied my way into the drug game successfully
i read people well, so it’s hard to get the best of me
i beat people well, so the gangsta’s started loving me
i wouldn’t call it thug life, just necessary thuggery
i lived like that for too long, man, believe my words
i never thought the way out for me, could be my words
but that’s the way it’s turned out for me, i ain’t complaining
cause now it’s gonna work out for me, i aim to make it

got a baby on the way, i’m way beyond the same
sick, crazy or insane, dude who jumped into this game
now i’m playing it for keeps, aiming for the top
and i’m shaving all the sheep, trying liberate the flock
got a baby on the way, i’m way beyond the same
sick, crazy or insane, dude who jumped into this game
now i’m playing it for keeps, aiming for the top
and i’m shaving all the sheep, trying liberate the flock

they keep telling me i elevate, i’d have to agree
i taught rap to myself, and earned a masters degree
top of my cl-ss, majoring in mashing emcees
call me the vet, cause my shots’ll snap you to sleep
people ask me why i’m shaving the sheep, it’s cause they’re blinded
they following the leaders, content to stay behind them
these people need guidance, they’ve gotten complacent
i’ma let them follow me, like i’m the star of david
my thoughts are a gift of god, sometimes that really hurts
cause i don’t pray enough, and i don’t go to church
yet in the third world, i bet they pray everyday
some for those they lost, and others for a better way
that’s who i picture, when i write a song like get away
that hits you like a lead weight, and makes you give your head a shake
it haunts you like a nightmare, you’re layin your bed awake
no matter what pills you take to self-medicate

i’m trying to liberate the flock, through independent thought
friends tell me i’m a g*nius, or an idiot savant
i’m progressing at a level, that’s never before seen
writing at 22, but free-styling near fourteen
people that never liked me, now tell me i’m nice
170 tracks, and not one about ice
i guess i’m just not black enough to see the appeal
in borrowing a chain and bracelet, to state that i’m real
i don’t believe in it, some cats’ll hate me for that
but those are people with an allergy to actual fact
or they dudes who on salaries, but hacking at rap
but the problem is they’re talentless, like half of the pack
who pulled the wool over their eyes, and led them astray
and who forgot to tell the sheep not to get in my way
some days i think that i should maybe just, save my breath
but it’s liberate the flock, or watch them walk to their death

- ngajuana lyrics

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