Richard Raw - Mansa Musa Lyrics

Gold chains gold rings like I’m from Zumunda,
Prophet for the ghetto speaking facts to the Dunya
Soothsayer make the cobras rise from the vase
Healing in the smoke on the shell burn the sage
24 Elders dressed in all white
Keep circling my throne my aura color is bright
I’m Christ like i can turn the water into wine
Lama Sabachthani them to send a sign
Sitting in the shrine with my legs in the lotus
Building with the bricks like the step son of Joseph
Follow my path when the staff is in the air
Flames in my eyes my spirit rise beware
Throw the Obi Abata to channel Shaka
Women singing Wolof chanting all in the Opera
Knife thrower aiming at the bubble skin serpents
Silver tongue Chef cooking up for the merchants
Mansa Musa
Gold chains Gold rings
Gold fangs Mansa Musa
Mansa Musa
Mansa Musa
Gold chains Gold rings
Gold fangs Mansa Musa
Mansa Musa
To the game I am Baba
The comp call me Shaka
Zulu scream Uhuru on the hill I’m Mufasa
Dressed like a Rasta my jewels make of copper
Healing stones tone of the Gods black Adafa
I’m Enoch
Walking with the Eloh’s In the garden
Lecture by the trees tell the snakes beg your pardon
Reaching for my zenith
Young black genius
Vanilla faced concubines worshipping my
I’m speaking for the
That they lynched looking for a black messiah examine my finger prints
Cointelpro part 2 black identity
Shango power send a shock to my enemies
Middle finger to the cops in Chicago
They begging for attention not my
I yell Ago
Let’s wrist carries the Ide
Modupe Oro it’s nothing left to say
Mansa Musa
Gold chains Gold rings
Gold fangs Mansa Musa
Mansa Musa
Mansa Musa
Gold chains Gold rings
Gold fangs Mansa Musa
Mansa Musa
Never bow to no European god
Just a bunch of lost souls living in the land of Nod
Rappers say they hard taking orders from Iblis
Just an actor in the game steady reading from a script
F your foreign whips still a modern day slave
What they call a deal is just a modern day grave
What them take the stage and just dance you a puppet
Paid by the Gentrifiers ruled by the duckets
You Sambo Negroes anti to our community
Begging for a fix they giving you opportunity
You everywhere at everything yeah you lack morals
Hushing real G’s when they talk scared of quarrels
The safe type you fake hype
You just a token
Never had a struggle a silver spoon your broken
The man with the broom around the nest keeps poking
But watch them hall off when real bees approaching
Mansa Musa
Gold chains Gold rings
Gold fangs Mansa Musa
Mansa Musa
Mansa Musa
Gold chains Gold rings
Gold fangs Mansa Musa
Mansa Musa

Gold chains gold rings like I’m from Zumunda,
Prophet for the ghetto speaking facts to the Dunya
Soothsayer make the cobras rise from the vase
Healing in the smoke on the shell burn the sage
24 Elders dressed in all white
Keep circling my throne my aura color is bright
I’m Christ like i can turn the water into wine
Lama Sabachthani them to send a sign
Sitting in the shrine with my legs in the lotus
Building with the bricks like the step son of Joseph
Follow my path when the staff is in the air
Flames in my eyes my spirit rise beware
Throw the Obi Abata to channel Shaka
Women singing Wolof chanting all in the Opera
Knife thrower aiming at the bubble skin serpents
Silver tongue Chef cooking up for the merchants
Mansa Musa
Gold chains Gold rings
Gold fangs Mansa Musa
Mansa Musa
Mansa Musa
Gold chains Gold rings
Gold fangs Mansa Musa
Mansa Musa
To the game I am Baba
The comp call me Shaka
Zulu scream Uhuru on the hill I’m Mufasa
Dressed like a Rasta my jewels make of copper
Healing stones tone of the Gods black Adafa
I’m Enoch
Walking with the Eloh’s In the garden
Lecture by the trees tell the snakes beg your pardon
Reaching for my zenith
Young black genius
Vanilla faced concubines worshipping my
I’m speaking for the
That they lynched looking for a black messiah examine my finger prints
Cointelpro part 2 black identity
Shango power send a shock to my enemies
Middle finger to the cops in Chicago
They begging for attention not my
I yell Ago
Let’s wrist carries the Ide
Modupe Oro it’s nothing left to say
Mansa Musa
Gold chains Gold rings
Gold fangs Mansa Musa
Mansa Musa
Mansa Musa
Gold chains Gold rings
Gold fangs Mansa Musa
Mansa Musa
Never bow to no European god
Just a bunch of lost souls living in the land of Nod
Rappers say they hard taking orders from Iblis
Just an actor in the game steady reading from a script
F your foreign whips still a modern day slave
What they call a deal is just a modern day grave
What them take the stage and just dance you a puppet
Paid by the Gentrifiers ruled by the duckets
You Sambo Negroes anti to our community
Begging for a fix they giving you opportunity
You everywhere at everything yeah you lack morals
Hushing real G’s when they talk scared of quarrels
The safe type you fake hype
You just a token
Never had a struggle a silver spoon your broken
The man with the broom around the nest keeps poking
But watch them hall off when real bees approaching
Mansa Musa
Gold chains Gold rings
Gold fangs Mansa Musa
Mansa Musa
Mansa Musa
Gold chains Gold rings
Gold fangs Mansa Musa
Mansa Musa