Zeze Cortez - Sentence (Intro) Lyrics

You question my character, where you take the audacity?
Put on an exclamation whenever you start to question me
I reinstated my thoughts to my brain I ain't ashamed to be
A version of Martin Luther: the product of my epiphany
Music put me in agony
Lamentations, my melodies
Tryna give you the game that you want, I hope you proud of me
Now I give you the game that I want this is my artistry
Courtesy of my momma the greatest had to be African
Playing God to this Hip Hop these haters saying it's blasphemy
My Verses are scriptures listen close before judging me
If I go commercial then knowledge be my commodity
Follow me like I'm Jesus, my thesis says God is Zeze
Zeze ain't a name or a brand, its close to a currency
Currently ain't no rapper in my decade that's coming close to m
The only time I write about y'all is in my calligraphy
I'm at the top of the Hierarchy
My thoughts imprisoned me
All my lyrics metal bars treason is in the air I breath
(At least that's how I feel, I don't care how you feel though)
The first sentence that I got I was handed behind the bars
Coz I quit school for these microphone and bars
I couldn't read about Darwin I'm inspired by Lamar
My Evolution start from NWA going to Pac
When Kanye is like a God
Jigga was beefing with Nas
And gave birth to the kings, Jermaine and Kendrick Lamar
That paved way for the King Cortez a God
(Yeah, that's what I said)
Quite frankly y'all owe me a big apology
It's hard to see that your hate is the reason the game acknowledge me
Courtesy of my momma the greatest had to be African
Sorry that in this walk of the freedom y'all are pedestrians
Pestering all the drivers that's making money with ecstasy
Penalty be the prison or death value the air you breath
Fuck it, this air polluted I make it worse with this nicotine
Pick a seed, pick a tree, I say marijuana don't have a seed
Picture me blowing trees with the president coz it's legally made for all the South Africans Crying about the currency
Like: junk status
Wassup player?
The land taken from granny and poppa is not payed up?
Huh, junk status
Wassup player
Money taken by the officials is not payed up

You question my character, where you take the audacity?
Put on an exclamation whenever you start to question me
I reinstated my thoughts to my brain I ain't ashamed to be
A version of Martin Luther: the product of my epiphany
Music put me in agony
Lamentations, my melodies
Tryna give you the game that you want, I hope you proud of me
Now I give you the game that I want this is my artistry
Courtesy of my momma the greatest had to be African
Playing God to this Hip Hop these haters saying it's blasphemy
My Verses are scriptures listen close before judging me
If I go commercial then knowledge be my commodity
Follow me like I'm Jesus, my thesis says God is Zeze
Zeze ain't a name or a brand, its close to a currency
Currently ain't no rapper in my decade that's coming close to m
The only time I write about y'all is in my calligraphy
I'm at the top of the Hierarchy
My thoughts imprisoned me
All my lyrics metal bars treason is in the air I breath
(At least that's how I feel, I don't care how you feel though)
The first sentence that I got I was handed behind the bars
Coz I quit school for these microphone and bars
I couldn't read about Darwin I'm inspired by Lamar
My Evolution start from NWA going to Pac
When Kanye is like a God
Jigga was beefing with Nas
And gave birth to the kings, Jermaine and Kendrick Lamar
That paved way for the King Cortez a God
(Yeah, that's what I said)
Quite frankly y'all owe me a big apology
It's hard to see that your hate is the reason the game acknowledge me
Courtesy of my momma the greatest had to be African
Sorry that in this walk of the freedom y'all are pedestrians
Pestering all the drivers that's making money with ecstasy
Penalty be the prison or death value the air you breath
Fuck it, this air polluted I make it worse with this nicotine
Pick a seed, pick a tree, I say marijuana don't have a seed
Picture me blowing trees with the president coz it's legally made for all the South Africans Crying about the currency
Like: junk status
Wassup player?
The land taken from granny and poppa is not payed up?
Huh, junk status
Wassup player
Money taken by the officials is not payed up