eSHON BURGUNDY- ZIGGAS IN PARIS​(​WTT RMX)

by eshon burgundy

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Ziggas in paris (WTT RMX)

Hop on the beat and reckless really/
I don't claim to be the best from philly/
Shine from God no necklace feel me/
Flesh walk around wit a death wish kill'em/
Hop on the beat on my remix jawn/
Tell the dj leave this on/
I'm smoked out on my treeless jawn/
glory cloud no cheech n chong/
That bol he wild with a 40 cal/
He gone air it out til the beef is gone/
He gone need a bail out from the jailhouse/
Til' the Lord ride down like a thief on holmes/
Only God take a seat on thrones/
And I'm out in the street wit His clones/
Real god body got God in my body/
Blood Of the Lamb I'm a carbon copy/
Think I'm plain' but I'm all in ock key/
I know you tryna ball like we all wearing top t's/
top tens/ drop benz/ on stock rims/ but sheesh!!!
Can't we get a little bit of love?
Little bit of love and life?
Little bit of what's going on?
Little less wrong and a little more right?
I know I sound like the political type and I'm not but I do live a miracle life/
don't mean to sound spiritual right?
yeah I do I'm angel in a pair of new flights/
flyer than a pair of blue kites/ blood bought no comparable price/
In the middle of an unseen war/ ain't nobody see the gun he pulled/
Ain't nobody see the sword I got/ it's a book/ but it leave more than paper cuts/
I'm appalled by the decor of this game it make me nuts/
And I'm flawed diamond in the ruff/ pause/ no princess cut/
Everything God put His hand on turn to gold I guess that's an expensive touch!

-eshon burgundy

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released March 5, 2012

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