The Rap Gods

im still standin.
 this for the rap gods.
 (andre)
 i tried to earn wings but, i think i grew horns
 and maybe thats why mc's rock me like porn
 flowin like the water in the mississippi river
 i suppose it grows in the hennessey sipper, thank me
 to do a show, and we tryin to do a palace, like a midnight jet,
 my soul roams off to dallas,
 its somethin like cream when we hustle on the scene
 other mc's and freaks wanna join the team
 dealers would fly, ride the engines of pimps
 the colors were candy coated, incredible rims
 and my dreams of what people sayin, dont get a job
 i realize now it was all the rap gods
 i slither through the streets like a boa constricter
 on my car dashboard got the gangsta pictures
 sportin leather and energy, could that be me?
 smokin weed listenin to run DMC?
 my repute wass a rap child, emotions of steel
 represent with no crew man, your life is sealed
 add a two's of all kinds, with gun zippers in em'
 see notes dont last long, we cant wait to spin em'
 oh cars, and bars, weed, greed, and clothes
 maintain my women, clown the rest of these hoes
 man, my festive up braid the truth of a rhyme
 after restin on jeopardy to my lifetime grind
 im like an angel thats high smoken' weed up in heaven
 we're as crooked as reverends, b-ball playground legends
 triangle, some say sinsanati bang goes, stars fangle
 hand cold as chris krango, we break hearts
 and crack rib praps, take trips far
 shop at the gap, ten by the rap gods
 shoot the git, so i blessed it with some weed, bacon, eggs and grits
 i can block the sun, like a solar-eclipse
 my homie said he had a yaght but i dont mess with ships
 the freak, said she hated dope dealers, they clock they ends,
 i said which is why ur payin this rapper then
 nickatina, im something like simbad the sailor
 dress in red and black, the true signs of a raider