(Refrain):
Mad Sadiq
[Mad Sadiq]
My name is Ahmad Jackson and I am here to broadcast my opinion on life
[Verse 1]
Okay it's time to get out of my way
Coming out swinging right out of the gates
Most of these popular rappers are fake
Mad will never be one to play games
Went through the struggle I know what's at stake
Possibly I can be one of the greats
Tryna spread love but they all wanna hate
Shine even brighter when hater's throw shade
Woah, aye, go 'head admit
Lyrics are holy he's heavenly sent
Speaking the truth that is heavenly drenched
In the waters, was established by Mick
Jenkins, we have a similar intent
Show that the system is currently bent
Promised mama that her son will be rich
Do everything to get us out this trench
Soon I'll be able to pay for her rent
Go downtown and buy the whole Ritz
Leaving these crackers all salty like RITZ
Lyrics are fire, my projects are lit
Highly praised, yea my name is Ahmad
DIQ with the flow he gon' prosper with gods
I'm the type to always beat the odds
Me and my crew out here working, we mob
Do what I love it's not even a job
These little artists they corny like cobs
Prol-ly try to write a similar line
Always rolling with peculiar dimes
Style is different but constantly fly
Food for your soul I have a different kind
Food for your thoughts if you want piece of mine
Hol' up, if you want piece of mind
No won't sugar coat it I will tell the whole truth
Bow to your highness when I'm in the both
Probably won't ever sign to get through
Cause labels be 'round artists necks like a noose
[Major Zay]
In a world tainted with the poison of society
[The Starrkeisha Choir]
I will follow Him
Follow Him where ever he may go
And near Him I always will be
For nothing can keep me away
He is my destiny
I will follow Him (Okay ladies now let's get in formation)
Ever since he touched my heart, I knew (Okay, ladies now let's get in formation)
There isn't an ocean too deep
A mountain so high it can keep
Keep me away, away from his love
My daddy Alabama, momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole, make a Texas bama
I like my baby heir with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money, but they never take the country out me
I got hot sauce in my bag, swag
I will follow Him (Cause I slay, I slay, I slay, I slay, all day)
Follow Him where ever he may go (I slay, I slay, I slay)
There isn't an ocean too deep (We gon' slay, gon' slay, we gon' slay, gon' slay)
A mountain so high it can keep (I slay, I slay, I slay, I slay)
Keep me away, away from his love