Blu3 - Revelations Lyrics

My father taught me many things here
He taught me in this room
He taught me, keep your friends close, but your enemies closer
It's getting crucial, man

Can I have your attention, please
Y'all know the name

B-L-U-E

Always done shit my way. Some said it would be my curse
Quit classes, deferred from the masters, and somehow I still finished first
Then they said I went through life backwards. As a young teen, I became a father
Then they told me he would be my curse. Turns out the kid's a great business partner

Nowadays, I'm still talking shit. Thank you, God, that I learned my lesson
If I hadn't, you and I know that my black ass would've been blockin and blessings
My biggest rivals are my own thoughts. We went to war, I came out on top
So looking at you little puny niggas trying to plant your flag kinda got me hot

Oh, you the first to come out of Dallas? Oh, I thought that was D.O.C
Oh, you paved the way. Not Pook n' Lucci. You niggas not foolin' me
Try to start a lil' civil war. Now one dead, the other still postin'
Talkin' bout, he the king, but my nigga, you are not Posty

Can't be the king until you beat the king. I'm building an army for battle
Keepin' our enemies close to the chest. Hurding these niggas like cattle
Hip-hop's the third testament, and all y'all can recite a verse
But only goats get to write a book where all verses end in a hearse

The book of Pac, the book of Big, the book of Hov, the book of Em
Book of Kendrick, the book of Wayne, the book of Kanye, and the book of Drake
You'll find the stories that lead to mine. I'm revelation to the whole thing
The second coming, yeah, I've been there before. Son of the Father's like prince to king

I'm Mike Jordan if he never left. And the answer's yes, he would've won eight
How would he measure up against the new niggas? Take a look at me, I'm livin' great
Either 23 or 45, I'm burnin' gas and I'm eatin' steaks
Servin' all of the fam, like who need a plate

Shaq call em barbecue chicken, I call em filet mignon
Just point out the opposition, chop, chop, that nigga gone
We can go bar for bar, or we can go song for song
It's your funeral, homie, you want your death to be quick along

Turn the lights off, in your noggin' like your brain's last call
All's fair in love and war, nigga, I'm the shit, you just the stall
Best respect your elders, I'm the nigga who taught ya teachers
I think your vision is a little blurry, but it's hard to see the game when you in the bleachers

I'm the one who got your chick to twerk on the stage in her panties and t-shirt
Three times, three-peat, threesome, you know how threes work
She love a nigga and I love her back. Without the other, we do not exist
So if I happen to not drop my shit, then poof, nigga, there goes your chick

Oh, you the first to come out of Dallas? Oh, I thought that was D.O.C
Oh, you paved the way. Not Pook n' Lucci. You niggas not foolin' me
Try to start a lil' civil war. Now one dead, the other still postin'
Talkin' bout, he the king, but my nigga, you are not Posty

Can't be the king until you beat the king. I'm building an army for battle
Keepin' our enemies close to the chest. Hurding these niggas like cattle
Hip-hop's the third testament, and all y'all can recite a verse
But only goats get to write a book where all verses end in a hearse

The book of Pac, the book of Big, the book of Hov, the book of Em
Book of Kendrick, the book of Wayne, the book of Kanye, and the book of Drake
You'll find the stories that lead to mine. I'm revelation to the whole thing
The second coming, yeah, I've been there before. Son of the Father's like prince to king