[Music] The Big Hash – AMEN

South African singer-songwriter, The Big Hash, returns with a brand new track which is titled "AMEN".

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The Big Hash AMEN Lyrics:
(Chef Season on the-)

Pardon my French, it's prolly part of my scent
Just landed on planet Earth, young Biggy was heaven sent (Hell yeah)
Royal blood, I got it runnin' in my veins
You runnin' when shit get hard, when your spine against the fence, uh
I'm so ahead of my time
Me sayin' "I'm so ahead of my time" doesn't feel like a current event
I'm comin' up in the City of Gold
Could've been dead or in jail
I made it big, could've been dead as my presidents
Amen, nigga (Yeah) Amen
I reached heights same eye level as kites
I had sleepless nights going ice cold turkey on the muddiest sprite
You damn right I had to fight on my own
The worst advice I ever got was develop a vice
You can't control the shit that you on, right?
I made it work in my favour
The spliff gave my back catalogue some much needed flavour, I got an appetite
Been heard a nigga say I fell off, from where?
Been in this bitch too long, might write a tell-all, for real
'Cos when I got my big break, I tried to tell y'all I'm here
Fuck your fifteen minutes, never define my career

Let a critic put some lip balm on, kiss my rear
How often you see me giving up, nigga? The sight's rare
My heart on my sleeve
Bravery don't mean I lack fear
I just stand on business regardless of who I hold dear

Amen, nigga (On God) Amen
Amen (Yeah)
Amen, nigga (Yeah)
Amen, Amen
Palms together, Amen, nigga (Uh)
Amen, Amen
Prayers up, Amen, nigga (Uh)
Amen, Amen
Check it

Everythin' I came for, double that and more
I'm a hustler, came to take it all, bigger than before
Callin' my own shots, you don't have the balls
You would never know what Will is unless your name is Demi Moore
I spent a chunk of my career opening doors for ungrateful ass niggas that ain't show the same support
These rap niggas ain't rappers, they a bunch of Michael Rapaports
When the cameras on, they got all kinds of rapport
They ain't lookin' for a war
They got tears running down their pores
I'm on a different level tier
I got married to the money pretty young and I don't plan on gettin' a divorce
'Cos I been at this shit for years
Niggas flexin' on me
Knock 'em down a peg or two until they get a Charley Horse
I'm trappin' in a Porsche switchin' gears with the big homie offloadin' 20's at Teazers, I'm tippin' all the whores
Makin' it rain and once it rains it pours
May the Lord forgive me for wherever I fall short
These niggas wanna ball out, I'm playing full court
I'm hittin' twos and threes right off of the backboard
You niggas doing call-outs, y'all must be getting bored

You best put some lip balm on, kiss my rear
How often you see me giving up, nigga? The sight's rare
My heart on my sleeve
Bravery don't mean I lack fear
I just stand on business regardless of who I hold dear

Amen, nigga, Amen
Amen (Yeah)
Amen, nigga (Yeah)
Amen, Amen
Palms together, Amen, nigga (Uh)
Amen, Amen
Prayers up, Amen, nigga (Uh)
Amen, Amen
Check it