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FINALLY HOME vol 1 - 2010

by SEVIN / HOG MOB

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I dry my wings and take flight fresh from the kakoon/devil said I wouldn’t make it, huh, what a bafoon-back from the dead to make history and shut up the wound/wut imma spit will be the hyrogliphs they cut from my tomb-it don’t worry me I heard they wana murda me now/my black rag’ll wipe tha sweat of eternities brow-im foreva here, neva fear the devil mayne tha weathers clear/change tha forcast tha storms past so ya betta chear-all hail tha lamb slain is tha campaign/no otha can hang, tha son of man reigns-and he lifts me from iniquity to sot wit me, commissioned me, christened me, enlisted me, possisionedme, and gifted me to literally make history so vividly commiting the proclivity for ministry so biblicaly-so let everyone whoz bellin wit faith see/ we dwellin in his elegance, welcome to HD-so plug in so my savior can upgrade ya/ yur now accountable for the game I just gave ya-he placed breath in your chest from dust made ya/ so to bet that you owe him a debt is a just wager-his way’s above questioning just line it in stone/yur outta line defining his devine timing as wrong-I have been in his preasents struck blind by his thrown/ by tha shine of the devine one im finally home.. yeah!
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Verse 1 I been in bad spots, im talking BAD spots/condemned project buildinz dawg, that aint had locks-we aint had socks, I had to bag rocks/out tha glass pot wit tha rest of the have nots-life was not fair, I dun not cared/I dun ran up in houses and left tha spot bare-on tha block where, we do not share/and relly, we aint just fightin, we tryna stop air-I dun rocked there, I dun popped there/I dun faced yearz, I aint got scared-kept my trap shut tight, no snitch/like a clap-on light, no switch-I dun robbed niggaz, and I dun got licked/ when they was lookin for rydaz, I dun got picked-I was a skilled thug, and I dun spilled blood/ my enemies and my own kuz I am real… blood. Chorus: dem don know me, tha way they think they do- tha corners all I know and im a souljah but im really tryna change my life-but I will neva leave the streats alone (repeat) Verse 2 I dun gang banged, and I been banged on/20 crips around me, I still flamed on-I dun shed tearz and I dun bled here/I had to hide out, kuz tha fedz near-I dun sold white, and I dun sold green/I dun choked tha red blood outta dope phene-I been sold dreams and I dun smoked beam/sipped 151 wit tha codeen-I dun took “L’s” and I dun lost enz/we dun took shellz, I dun lost friends-I dun lost faith and I been hurt hard/but I did not break, and I aint curse God-before I did good, I had to do bad/now im chillen in tha hood wit tha blue ragz-I dun popped gunz and prayed wit the same handz/I dun met Christ, imma changed man Chorus repeat 2x
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verse 1 Bossy mayne and we off the chain/sizziling we ofly flame/still tha king and the cross he bang until tha gilloteen rip off me brain-aint spittin no salty game/they really wana off me mayne/ they pealin wit faulty aim/ still in they grill like coffee stains-stompin on anything tripplin 6’s/ya lookinj for something a lil different this is/tha spit is just viscious/sikka than syphilis/hands down point blank it is ridiculous-I yousta be a typical misfit now im chained to tha samed on im getting my chips wit/its just like whippn a biskit and I aint talking dippn a dipstik in a pitcher of bisquik..yup!-and I roll me street, heavyly, Chevrolet slow mob creep, 5-5 deep and we show Gods sheep and you know I eat, what I sow I reap-hog’d out and aint changen it either I hang in tha streets wit a gang of believers/getn green like a corn stock I was born hot like a came with a fever-Jesus Christ, protect me tonite im tryna breath ya life/in the war I freedom fight/souljaz glowin like beacon lights-im makin doe, but I aint finna get my cake and go/you can hate but don’t mistake it tho, he favored us to save a soul Chorus: Man up, stand up, aint ashamed then put your hands up/they planned to ban us but yeah imma Christian and wut?! (Repeat 3x) verse 2 So saucy, so real, so contagious, so ill, mo than basik tha skill, rollin spaceships on wheels-motivatin tha tracks, home invasion on wax/they dun played wit tha rap, but Yahovaz takin it back-I fish so I sent the lure, this is a mental cure/ gotta keep my temple pure, let me check my temperature-777 degrees, ya neva met a preditor well bretha this betta believe/im eatin everything aint right so don’t come around here if ya game aint tight-my men are pure wit the flame they write, many of them minister to gain they stripes/campaignin to change they life, cant hang wit tha gang if ya name aint Christ- if its about the rock then im wit em, seek out the flock and ill git em/ if you eva wanna stop tha devil up in his plot all you gotta do is pop tha lock and I’ll hit em- I aint timid I be flippen through the different aposouls on a mission just to give em the gospel, the son is the great one mister colosoul/when it comes to the faith im stiff as a fossil-imma praise Him any ol’ where you can sit in your chair blood I really don’t care-I bang when you wont, Christ reigns mayne and you don’t Chorus repeat 4x
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finally home 05:06
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hevin 03:17
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released May 19, 2012

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SEVIN / HOG MOB Sacramento, California

For the past decade SEVIN, a native of Sacramento, California, has been regarded as one of the most lyrically prolific, musically diverse and socially controversial artists of his time. His ties to the street culture along with his spiritual aptitude create the perfect storm of authenticity, integrity and heart-felt passion that eludes many artists in the industry today. for more visit: hogmob.com ... more

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