Kingston's Ancestral Skank

We grind we grind we grind we grind We grind we grind we grind we grind We grind we grind we grind we grind We grind we grind we grind we grind Whispers in the alley, deals done in the dark Echoes of laughter, turn to warnings Gold chains heavy like the burdens We carry, surviving these stormy mornings Lost brothers to the cage or the grave Their stories etched in my flow I split truth over beats that bang Let the world know what we know Sympathize with me through the smoke filled air High hats roll like dice in the game Aggressive hearts trying to get for scars Planned for keeps in the hall of fame From 90s proof to the now evolved Air tronic pulsing in my veins Urban kings right from the dirt breaking chains Ignoring the pain Shat light calling, booming bass in my soul Rapid head snapping Losing all control from the south We rise, auto-tune my cries Street dreams alive, under neon skies Yeah we trap for the thrill pay the ultimate price 808s hit hard southern shadows We make the light And it's hip-hop hey Every drop Emotion built with snare rolls Slow it down, feel the weight of the world On these shoulders so worn Every drop Every ball's a battle cry Every rhyme reborn From the trap to the top We carry the flame Moody nights, intense fights But we stake our claim No surrender, no retreat In the southern beat We rise, we rise Trap forever Eternal flame Yeah Trap forever From the street to the city To the streets, we came Southern shadows, eternal flame Eternal flame Eternal flame Eternal flame Eternal flame Eternal flame Eternal flame Eternal flame Eternal flame Eternal flame