The Honorable Hakim Dough, HEAVY CROWNZ - NO CAPIOPHOBIA / GUEST OF HONOR Lyrics

Police pull me over my composure won't let fear through
Devil on my shoulder put that bullshit in my ear too
Swerving past the shoulder put that bullshit in my rear view
Love is the the only law the people should adhere too
I get back in traffic like it never happened
Pull off music blasting,
This the system we imagined
Being young and never having
Growing old and seeing why
Turn the bass up drop the top down
For my homies in the sky
I see faces in the clouds,
I see ghosts inside the crowd,
Singing long to all my songs
I know you're gone but you'd be proud
Police pull me over my composure wont let fear through
Devil on my shoulder put that bullshit in my ear too
Swerving past the shoulder put that bullshit in my rear view
Love is the the only law the people should adhere too
Zirking out in traffic life chaotic but remains the same
I grew up on 63rd don't stop at lights they gang and bang
Police be gang banging too no to time to analyze yo fate
All good things leave seeds for more and all bad things didn't start that way
Every day this class called life be teaching like Denzel in training day
The truth if it forever seeping
Take yo notes before you speaking
El Shaddai within me rolling I ain't checking mirrors no
FOI with focus I can't drift upon this bumpy road
Please don't feed me a la mode w cyanide
I see truth all in yo eyes if I can't you left behind
Swerving on the shoulder gangsta wit it cuz I'm living free
What's a repercussion when at birth we awarded three
Strikes out
I cant dig that lie now
I been staying ten toes
I can't take that lying down
Me and mine in alignment Seat belts buckled tight now
We gon keep it moving when
Police pull me over my composure wont let fear through
Devil on my shoulder put that bullshit in my ear too
Swerving past the shoulder put that bullshit in my rear view
Love is the the only law the people should adhere too
Thankful to be your guest of honor
I give my chi to the chi, this the art of prana
Picture the Dali Llama in a balaclava
On the sacred path to teach a class on dharma
Sowing these seeds should've been farmer
Doing good deeds counting my karma
We philosophy and pontificate
Visualize then go get the cake
Make a wish on a incense
Bumping ghetto sage on two ten inches
Sipping spring water in the winter time
Drop a lime let it alkalize
Bang my line get up with guys
I can spare some change on the red line
Poly-phasic I'll be on my way when it's bedtime
We was in the basement, dope boy adjacent, flow so amazing, my ego say
We don't need no heroes,
I'll take a lamb tho
A present for being so present,
Wrapped in a lamb-bow
Matte black paint, red lips call it sambo
Chicago plates and it ain't nowhere I can't go
(Engine rev)
Thankful to be your guest of honor
I give my chi to chi, this the art of prana
Picture the Dali Llama in a balaclava
On the sacred path to teach a class on dharma
Sowing these seeds should've been farmer
Doing good deeds counting my karma
We don't ostracize we participate
Assimilate when we integrate
We all connected like the interstate
Mixing sacred arts like its MMA
Come kick it with me
I'm prolly a-round the house
I live in the black belt
Same street Quincy Jones lived on in 30's
I wonder how that felt
Sam Cooke, Lou Rawls, Gwendolyn Brooks, King Cole
Jesse Owens, John Johnson, Duke Ellington, Joe Louis
Too many names for me to go through it
A beautiful place to explore music
It chose me, it knows me
It Grows me and shows me
Suppose we sow seeds
To give back you with that
I'm with that let's get back
To star lights and pitch black
Thankful to be your guest of honor
I give my chi to the chi, this the art of prana
Picture the Dali Lama in a balaclava
On the sacred path to teach a class on dharma
Sowing these seeds should've been farmer
Doing good deeds counting my karma
Thankful to be your guest of honor
I give my chi to chi, this the art of prana
Picture the Dali Lama in a balaclava
On the sacred path to teach a class on dharma
Sowing these seeds should've been farmer
Doing good deeds counting my karma

Police pull me over my composure won't let fear through
Devil on my shoulder put that bullshit in my ear too
Swerving past the shoulder put that bullshit in my rear view
Love is the the only law the people should adhere too
I get back in traffic like it never happened
Pull off music blasting,
This the system we imagined
Being young and never having
Growing old and seeing why
Turn the bass up drop the top down
For my homies in the sky
I see faces in the clouds,
I see ghosts inside the crowd,
Singing long to all my songs
I know you're gone but you'd be proud
Police pull me over my composure wont let fear through
Devil on my shoulder put that bullshit in my ear too
Swerving past the shoulder put that bullshit in my rear view
Love is the the only law the people should adhere too
Zirking out in traffic life chaotic but remains the same
I grew up on 63rd don't stop at lights they gang and bang
Police be gang banging too no to time to analyze yo fate
All good things leave seeds for more and all bad things didn't start that way
Every day this class called life be teaching like Denzel in training day
The truth if it forever seeping
Take yo notes before you speaking
El Shaddai within me rolling I ain't checking mirrors no
FOI with focus I can't drift upon this bumpy road
Please don't feed me a la mode w cyanide
I see truth all in yo eyes if I can't you left behind
Swerving on the shoulder gangsta wit it cuz I'm living free
What's a repercussion when at birth we awarded three
Strikes out
I cant dig that lie now
I been staying ten toes
I can't take that lying down
Me and mine in alignment Seat belts buckled tight now
We gon keep it moving when
Police pull me over my composure wont let fear through
Devil on my shoulder put that bullshit in my ear too
Swerving past the shoulder put that bullshit in my rear view
Love is the the only law the people should adhere too
Thankful to be your guest of honor
I give my chi to the chi, this the art of prana
Picture the Dali Llama in a balaclava
On the sacred path to teach a class on dharma
Sowing these seeds should've been farmer
Doing good deeds counting my karma
We philosophy and pontificate
Visualize then go get the cake
Make a wish on a incense
Bumping ghetto sage on two ten inches
Sipping spring water in the winter time
Drop a lime let it alkalize
Bang my line get up with guys
I can spare some change on the red line
Poly-phasic I'll be on my way when it's bedtime
We was in the basement, dope boy adjacent, flow so amazing, my ego say
We don't need no heroes,
I'll take a lamb tho
A present for being so present,
Wrapped in a lamb-bow
Matte black paint, red lips call it sambo
Chicago plates and it ain't nowhere I can't go
(Engine rev)
Thankful to be your guest of honor
I give my chi to chi, this the art of prana
Picture the Dali Llama in a balaclava
On the sacred path to teach a class on dharma
Sowing these seeds should've been farmer
Doing good deeds counting my karma
We don't ostracize we participate
Assimilate when we integrate
We all connected like the interstate
Mixing sacred arts like its MMA
Come kick it with me
I'm prolly a-round the house
I live in the black belt
Same street Quincy Jones lived on in 30's
I wonder how that felt
Sam Cooke, Lou Rawls, Gwendolyn Brooks, King Cole
Jesse Owens, John Johnson, Duke Ellington, Joe Louis
Too many names for me to go through it
A beautiful place to explore music
It chose me, it knows me
It Grows me and shows me
Suppose we sow seeds
To give back you with that
I'm with that let's get back
To star lights and pitch black
Thankful to be your guest of honor
I give my chi to the chi, this the art of prana
Picture the Dali Lama in a balaclava
On the sacred path to teach a class on dharma
Sowing these seeds should've been farmer
Doing good deeds counting my karma
Thankful to be your guest of honor
I give my chi to chi, this the art of prana
Picture the Dali Lama in a balaclava
On the sacred path to teach a class on dharma
Sowing these seeds should've been farmer
Doing good deeds counting my karma