Lost Tribe

I put voodoo in my verse, don't it sound crazy
Haters talk slick but the shit don't faze me
Wake up in the morning, hear the money calling
I'm fresh off the jungle, swagger on foreign
I get hungry by the minute, let the time flow
Watch your mouth boy, I got a crocodile flow
Hit you where it hurts, now you need a nurse
Red dirt on my Nikes, red stains on your shirt
I pick him up, send him to the witch doctor
Oh you must have forgot... I'm the witch doctor
I sip vodka, roll kush and think proper
And I still got faith like Big Poppa
You wanna know the ritual? Get bread
I spit truth like a preacher in a death bed
So you better stay humble
'Cause a gangsta in the city is a pussy in a jungle

You think you king in the streets
You think you got it on lock
Swear you blowing up the spot
Let me take him to the church

You follow wise words from a lame chief
Floor seats at the game like my name heat
You at the mall feeling like you got your cake up
I walk past and make you feel like your chain cheap
Shut your mouth, let me and your dame speak
I don't even talk I just let my name speak
Sankara, I'm only rolling 8-deep
And it's my birthday twice in the same week
I'm the chief of the lost tribe, you feel it
I step into the booth with that Shaka Zulu spirit
And watch me kill 'em with a strong verse
Now he looking like he stepped into the wrong church
You think you fresh cause you wearing ice
Slip up and we sending you to paradise
Niggas wanna push us under for some bragging rights
But tonight you the sacrifice

You think you king in the streets
You think you got it on lock
Swear you blowing up the spot
Let me take him to the church



Credits
Writer(s): Ismael Saba
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