Transform – Malik Gita & Magikel (Ft. Mason) Lyrics
TRANSFORM Lyrics
[INTRO]
We are rebel guerillas at war
Post up on the block, fe da mission
Marching thru make you transform
Warm the heat, get the hate up out da kitchen
Don’t make us go voltron pon dem
We militant good over evil
This here world, well you love it so much
Wanna take way your life
You’ve been warned, TRANSFORM
VERSE 1:
They know that they falling away
But they want to spend the cash on her
Babylon calling again
She wanna come and put that ass on em
Please beg my pardon to say
All the departed
Gon harvest today
All of the rebel souls
All of dem know
Magikel never fucking with you hoes
I ain’t playing with you muthafukers
No I ain’t playing with you muthafukers
Mother earth dying
Yall killing ya mutha fuckers
VERSE 2:
Got my back against the firewall
I ain’t catchin back burns
Like I’m in the luminaires worshippin Saturn
My nigga tell yo dogs, I’m a hog, I’m a go ham
MK Ultra, make em get with the program
Have you ever seen beneath the surface of yo circumstance?
To make it rain like a Shaman in a rain dance
She just full of drama like a Sundance flick (ah)
She ‘on want romance, she just want it quick (yeah)
She ‘on wanna hold hands, she just want dick
My nigga we was broke, now we Rockefeller rich (ah)
Now you lookin at me like I’m literally crazy
But can’t fuck with me cause you spiritually lazy
You workin like a slave, but you’re dying in the inner you
Falling, I get up and I keep tryin like a winner do
VERSE 3:
I push lines like weight
Weight of the paper of the plane
Where I stay
My estate is escaping the matrix
I see they tricks
Put em on they faces
Taste this like suck it
Suck it bitch till I’m nuttin
Yall gon listen till
I have to say nothing
I ain’t fronting
I ain’t backing down
VERSE 4:
Til we get that Klu Klux money, (Ah)
China red dragon, Jimmy Choo type money
I mean that don’t know how to count it
Need a clue type money, (yeah)
Might just slide a dick up in ya boo, type money
It’s funny cause I handed all my dark to the bright, (yeah)
I said I’m color blind cause the world black and white
Talkin 20/20 vision, but I’m still outta sight
Still flyer than a plane in the middle of the flight
I mean, what I’m really sayin,
I’m insane on the mic
So if you think I’m wrong
You ‘on know what’s really right, (ah)
CHORUS:
Yeah!
We are rebel guerillas at war
Post up on the block, fe da mission
Marching thru make you transform
Warm the heat, get the hate up out da kitchen
Don’t make us go voltron pon dem
We militant good over evil
This here world, well you love it so much
Wanna take way your life
You’ve been warned, TRANSFORM
MAGIKEL:
Think about never would
To live backwards
Nigga never good evil
MALIK GITA:
Yeah, we from the hood
No hope in the dope killin people
It’s lookin bad, but we really good people
MAGIKEL:
So I would just chill
You don’t wanna have to end up in the hospital
MALIK GITA:
Listen, this world that you love so much
Just wanna kill you a little
MAGIKEL:
This is for my niggas
Transform my niggas
Realize there is more my niggas
MALIK GITA:
I’d be a god if I help three or four of my niggas, (Ah)
Kick in the door and save more of my niggas
Cause they keepin us poor to ignore my niggas, (Yeah)
Got ya ass face down to the floor nigga
Put the shit togetha like connect four, (yeah)
Flip the paper like a Ford Explorer
And get raw with the beef
Might go Gourmet on em
Mayweather, Pacquiao
Devils I don’t play for em, (ah)
Fuck it, I don’t even pray for em
I just put it on like a mothafuckin uniform
Ah, I’m unique like a unicorn
Put the sirens on,
You’ve been warned like a red alarm
We was starving, now we eatin like it’s Ramadan
You’ll kill yo brotha just to play like you the fuckin Don
A thin line between peace and Lebanon
We transform in these streets, Decepticon
MAGIKEL:
Fortune teller told me
I’m a God
Read the palm
Eye in the middle of the storm
Nigga I’m that calm
Prodigal but I think
I bout to bring it home
Earth the home
They is thieves
This is home alone
Made us god niggas
Get it, dig it
Get the bone
So get the sniffing
Bring the bitches home
And transform
[BRIDGE]
War zone
Ooh, war zone
Ooh
Send the soldiers, bring the big guns
All I need is one microphone
I guarantee whatever you bring I got more
CHORUS:
We are rebel guerillas at war
Post up on the block, fe da mission
Marching thru make you transform
Warm the heat, get the hate up out da kitchen
Don’t make us go voltron pon dem
We militant good over evil
This here world, well you love it so much
Wanna take way your life
You’ve been warned, TRANSFORM
[MSUIC]