[Verse 1 Sammy Doodle] My words are infamous in interviews or over instruments Its not coincidence its destiny Ive worked especially diligent to understand musical concepts And fuse it beautifully with Islamic lyrical content And intellectuals with spectacles respect my catalog And analog emcees wanna battle for redemption Whats your intention, is music a commodity? Another platinum album, build additions to your property You probably follow the format and torment my soul to its essence They gonna feel my presence. From New York to Mecca I give my brethren Introspective lyrics from my perspective And Ive collected from multiple sources Theres no father to my style, describe it as an orphan And often if not by the microphone recording My face is to the ground busy practicing my worship [Hook Sammy Doodle] I want the underground overground So they cant say its over now Im working overtime just to get my album on shelves Theres no doubting myself Wont catch me slipping If I fall, then Ive fell [Verse 2 Sammy Doodle] I wanna be artistic and still get statistics My principles are irresistible but hiphop is so predictable Apparently in this world celebrities lose their identities Start to make enemies, do anything just to make ends meet Success is stressful, touring through the festivals Its a fast life, dont forget your fruits and vegetables My body gets the best organics that I can manage Dont take it for granted that youre existing on this planet God planned your destiny, youll meet your grave eventually Were human beings, we can have greatness potentially Exponentially, mention me in your articles I dont speak about female dogs and garden tools The majority have horrible lyrical stamina Theyre average apparently, theyre lacking the sincerity I bring the quality without apology And I dont mask my personality like partygoers do on Halloween [Hook] [Verse 3 Sammy Doodle] Im not commercial, Im universal, immersed in culture More genuine the lyrics, the further we get closer Im surrounded by criminals, Synagogue of Satan Spin the bottle types who lie and fake their reputation You makeshift, you wont weather the climate Whether they think Im a Rasta or joke and say Im a pirate You cant rightfully like me until youre deep in my psyche Dont be shallow, penetrate my heart like an arrow By my apparel its not apparent that Im Muslim But to my marrow I do things that youre not accustomed to Like Ramadan fasting, continuous grinding for life thats everlasting Thats my intention, the lyrical commission I carry on tradition, this is my invention I hold the torches of emcees whove passed it And Im not ashamed to say that Im trying to surpass it [Hook]
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