Crown Me
Cam'ron ft Juelz Santana & T.I. Lyrics
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We are a mark of the beast our father claimed us not to be
Why must we take strength from a man so pure
And laugh at the words he claimed would set us assail?
A stranger, A man falling astray
I know your screaming to help but somethings must be!
We are not good, We are not proud!
Move onwards and let your wings be our light
And we will weep until the light shines down!
Take the hand of this certainty
His vultures gather to steal every little piece of our souls
The Rotten and decayed words ohh
They speak
"Crown me your king for all my wrong doings youve never seen my purest actions"
We are a mark of the beast our father claimed us not to be
My father please guide us in prosperity
The lyrics of "Crown Me" by Cam'ron ft Juelz Santana & T.I. are a reflection on the struggles of humanity to stay on the right path and the temptation of power and greed. The opening lines, "We've become ill from the power constricted in our minds/ We are a mark of the beast our father claimed us not to be," suggest that our preoccupation with power and control has led us to lose sight of our true nature as children of God. The lyrics go on to question why we take strength from corrupt individuals and laugh at the principles that were meant to guide us towards righteousness.
The lines "Move onwards and let your wings be our light/ We have fallen into the arms of a bad man/ And we will weep until the light shines down" suggest that even though we have strayed from the path, we still have the potential to redeem ourselves and find our way back to the light. The lyrics also speak about the corrupting influence of those in power, and how they use their power to steal the souls of those around them. The lines, "Take the hand of this certainty/ His vultures gather to steal every little piece of our souls" suggests that those in power are like vultures waiting to prey on the weak and vulnerable.
Overall, "Crown Me" is a thought-provoking commentary on the human condition and the challenges that we face in our quest for power and control.
Line by Line Meaning
We've become ill from the power constricted in our minds
Our own thoughts and beliefs have made us sick and damaged.
We are a mark of the beast our father claimed us not to be
We have become the things our father warned us against and are now branded as such.
Why must we take strength from a man so pure
Why do we rely on someone else's goodness for support?
And laugh at the words he claimed would set us assail?
Why do we mock the very ideas that could save us?
A stranger, A man falling astray
We are disconnected from ourselves and others, and we are losing our way.
I know your screaming to help but somethings must be!
We know we need help, but sometimes we resist it anyways.
We are not good, We are not proud!
We are not living up to our own standards of morality and self-worth.
Move onwards and let your wings be our light
We must keep going and find inspiration in others to guide us.
We have fallen into the arms of a bad man
We have relied on someone corrupt for guidance.
And we will weep until the light shines down!
We will suffer until we find a better way.
Take the hand of this certainty
Take the hand of someone who can provide assurance and guidance.
His vultures gather to steal every little piece of our souls
The corrupt and wicked are taking advantage of us and draining us of our spirit.
The Rotten and decayed words ohh
The words that come from this corrupt person are corrupt and destructive.
They speak
The words of the corrupt continue to spread and do harm.
"Crown me your king for all my wrong doings youve never seen my purest actions"
"Let me lead despite my corruption and wrongdoing because you've never seen the best of me"
My father please guide us in prosperity
Please help us, our father, to find success and happiness.
Lyrics © KILLPHONIC
Written by: Shawn Spann
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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[Verse 1: T. I.]
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap
Serve thick crack in white T's and fitted caps
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps
I been a hustler all my life gimme six stacks
Cop my self a quarter kite I can flip that
Cook it till it's solid white tell? Em hit that
Big fat Os of that solid hard git that
Those slangin blow on a boulevard knick sacks
Just as big around as a Tylenol, hit that
Nigga with the Yay tell him now bring a brick back
Now I'm a move it by day nigga 6 max
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps
40 cals, Sk's with no kick back
Get you get your shit sacks right where your dicks at
And I don't think your clicks just supposed to forget that
I gotta a gauge for that day you want some git back
While we sprayin all you niggas sayin git back
Duck down nigga, naw what now nigga
You was talking plenty shit but you ain't tough now nigga
You don't know the click, I got enough wild niggas that'll
Hit you then ride you to another town nigga
Dig a hole, throw you in it for a half a brick a blow
Man, Rappin' and Movies is all these niggas know
Swear to God He niggas true fags
Certified Douche Bags...
[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Yea
You don't know what that new glock do
You don't know how to count chump, 2 times 2
You don't know what the grimin's like or that new rock do
You don't know what it is to see that shoe box full
Chump, you don't know what that oo op do
Have your block like oo aa oo
Who shot who
Yea, I leave the gun there so the police think you shot you
Then hop in a coupe and do my due
I pimp most of these bitches, really open these bitches
Ask about me, you thought Pretty Tony was vicious
Man I'm that times 2
So please homey, cuff your bitch and let that guy through
Let that guy move
Let that guy go
Man that guy crazy
Let that guy know
Cat got rabbies
Yea mac got Amy
Shots that ready to pop and hatch like babies
I lock the block down
Like a jailhouse lockdown
Cops found razors in the mattress
I let the 8 boop off at your face dude
Have you comin out the speakers like the base do
I'm a mothafucken beast and animal
2003, the street's new hannible
Man I show you what the piece and hammer do
Raise my arm with the piece and hammer you
Let the 8 spread, off at your face head
Watch your face shead sorta like snake's shead
I'm gorrilla born, lion hearted, ape bread
2 minded, eagle eyed, beatle side, snake head
And I play dead, just to fool you, just to move you
All that just to shoot you
Fall Back, this kid is cuocoo
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Cha ching, I'm in
Bling my rims I sing they spin
But my 2 nine M's, they the ying yang twins
Cause they Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, from the window to the wall
From the ceiling to the floor
With a feeling when you ball
Make your mom cling
I'm into don things
Don Don, Donna Karren, Don Cornelius, Don King
But follow Jon Gotti, Joe Pesci, armed robbery
Hard body, body hard doggy fuck up your bodyguard
Dolly call us the shotty ma
Ya'll'll call up the squally squaw
Prolly hard, get it all the squally in the party pa
Right in the hamerstein
Gasoline, tear gas, pepper seed, tear fast
Knight sticks tear ass
Cuff? Em and chief goes
Damn gun that he reach for
Hammer hit with the cheap blow
Man it's nothing I eat those
Then I piss off my fowl, I lay for it
Car, Crib, credit, A 1 steak sauce
I'm a straight boss, great loft, great Porsche, golf course, race horse,
Aqueduct, Ray Soft
And I make one call to get the pussy poppin
Call your girl, pop that pussy wanna pussy pop
And a hoochie split it, dookie hit it, booby hit it
Her booby wanna back the coochie play some luchie with it
Booby at this thing, damn he all moody with it
She ain't all that in that car I say Suzuki civic
I make a movie with it just to get my point across
Dog hand cuffin' god damn join the force
Mommy, come join the boss
Stick your tongue out and
Toing a toing a toing on my dick till your voice get hoarse
Once again I gotta tell you that the boy's a boss
I employ the force
Half a mil on lawyer Cost
Killa, Killa
@kellendirton4635
Been listening to this since I was 18 now I'm 32 #Legendary🔥🔥
@zlatigol9
Kellen Dirton yup
@dionsmith3531
On gawd!!!! Shit still 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 2003-2018
@leemelvo8542
Me to & I'm 33
@theignoranceofwisdom5923
1985 👑
@fkillaanie
29 still here
@breakingcycles741
They all murdered this shit. They don't make rap music like this anymore. I miss the early 00's.
@chuckeaddy7011
true
@alexbekele5562
killa is d best rapper ever
@juelzcorleone9585
Alex Bekele 💯💯💯💯💯