Funky guitar riffs layered with soulful vocal stabs set the stage for Lord Hakim to give his comical take on being single father raising a rebellious teenage son. "Ayo listen Richie Rich fore you go spending that doe/ Son, loot don't buy you love it just rents you hoes".
lyrics
Father to Sun
(Hook)
I’m ya father not ya goddamn friend
I was here in the beginning and I'll be here in the end
I know you hate my rules and quote’n the 12 jewels
But everything I do son I'm doing for you
That’s because I'm ya father not ya fuckin friend
I was here in beginning I'll be here in the end
I know you hate school and ya curfew
But Everything I do look I’m doin for you
(Verse 1)
I know you know when your curfew is, so what’s the biz
Don’t start off wit no lie, cuz dude I’m set ta wig
I’m responsible for you, man fuck dem dudes
You know I don’t care about the shit they parents let’m do
You youthful Keep it truthful, ignorance is bliss
You hard headed and you head’n for a world a shit
And you can put it on my word Allah’s the lord of the worlds
while u fuckin off in class tryn to impress some girl
Ayo listen Richie Rich fore you go spendin that doe
Son, loot don't buy you love it just rents you hoes
That’s the game, this shits sold not told
But I’m ya father, so I’m a tell you how shit go
Watch ya tone , boy you aint tryn ta box wit God
You better un-ball ya fist duke & play ya part
You a cosby kid, the fuck you talkin about
I’m ya father I brought you in, and I can take you out
(Verse 2)
Whoa, slow ya roll blackman we aint thru talkin
I aint tryn ta see you punished for the sins of ya father
Cop a squat, now I’m a talk u listen
Otherwise I can beat you into the fetal position
Wise choice, Lookie lord I luv you death
But I can’t see you on this dumb shit your fuck’n ya self
I don’t ask you to be perfect, son that aint the science
I just ask you to be wise & apply refinement
Cee that’s God, nah better yet you cee that roof
while its over you , this shit goes by my rules
Feel me, don’t feel me, I don't give 2 shits
Once you you 18 if you wanna dip then hit the bricks
Your pissin me off, I'd close my mouth if I was you
convo's over, in fact yo just go to your room
I'm your father, the fuck I look like argue'n with you
You already grounded 1 week, now you workin on 2
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