The Honorable Hakim Dough - YEEWU Lyrics

Stay awake
Make a way
Shine your light
In a major way
When you walk the unbeaten path
It's no 808's
Marching to your own drum budumbadumpdump
Get that dirt off your shoulder like a dump truck
Stay down any moment you could come up
Don't you let em box you out, beat the sun up
If I want a tan, I visit my fathers land
Be about your bag, like a garbage can
If your hustles trash, you better be a garbage man
A man that fails, is prolly a man that failed to plan
A man with his hand out, prolly should be be more of a helping hand
When I felt the sand, I knew that I was suppose to be here
Followed my intuition, playing my position
Thank you God for coaching me here
Stay awake
Make a way
Shine your light
In a major way
When you walk the unbeaten path
It's no 808's
Marching to your own drum budumbadumpdump
Who gon stop me from bringing customs through customs
A walking introduction of what they tried to keep from us
Dividing us among us
The distance is humongous
Don't believe everything you hear and see
Them folks love us
We got cultural gaps we gotta collapse
We gotta collab, we got in the lab
Exchanged what we had
We done been had
Hoodwinked
I seen women with physiques that would make the whole hood wink
Something in your eye (Ha)
The truth is clear our sights are just adjusted to the lie
We don't even need to jump to touch the sky
The same way we don't need a plane to jump fly
Not quite bi-lingual, but we've found a common language, you and I
Stay awake
Make a way
Shine your light
In a major way
When you walk the unbeaten path
It's no 808's
Marching to your own drum budumbadumpdump

Stay awake
Make a way
Shine your light
In a major way
When you walk the unbeaten path
It's no 808's
Marching to your own drum budumbadumpdump
Get that dirt off your shoulder like a dump truck
Stay down any moment you could come up
Don't you let em box you out, beat the sun up
If I want a tan, I visit my fathers land
Be about your bag, like a garbage can
If your hustles trash, you better be a garbage man
A man that fails, is prolly a man that failed to plan
A man with his hand out, prolly should be be more of a helping hand
When I felt the sand, I knew that I was suppose to be here
Followed my intuition, playing my position
Thank you God for coaching me here
Stay awake
Make a way
Shine your light
In a major way
When you walk the unbeaten path
It's no 808's
Marching to your own drum budumbadumpdump
Who gon stop me from bringing customs through customs
A walking introduction of what they tried to keep from us
Dividing us among us
The distance is humongous
Don't believe everything you hear and see
Them folks love us
We got cultural gaps we gotta collapse
We gotta collab, we got in the lab
Exchanged what we had
We done been had
Hoodwinked
I seen women with physiques that would make the whole hood wink
Something in your eye (Ha)
The truth is clear our sights are just adjusted to the lie
We don't even need to jump to touch the sky
The same way we don't need a plane to jump fly
Not quite bi-lingual, but we've found a common language, you and I
Stay awake
Make a way
Shine your light
In a major way
When you walk the unbeaten path
It's no 808's
Marching to your own drum budumbadumpdump