(feat. Blaze)

Yo, you think you're a warrior?


You know I die for honor. Uh


I'm a warrior man
Leaving bodies on the floor where they stand
Cause Shambhala is the law of the land

Keep my body with Nuabian brands, it's tattoos
Thinking you can see me is nutty like cash shoes
I'm on another level with money cause cash rules

Everything around me went bloody, I'm mad cool
My female friends are more than $#&@ buddies, but that too
Classy like Alicia and soulful like Badu

Respect is past due but I'm a take it by force
I'm a warrior, guess I got a passion for wars
Of course I could whip your $$# like Bruce Lee did Chuck Norris

But it's cleaner to be coarse than leave you bleeding from your sores
Got a thing for the .44 caliber dawg
And every 200 yards pimp, my vision is raw

Not religion but the glory is God's
My persona is fame, inside the love of the all
We call it Honor, I'm a warrior


[Chorus]
[Verse] I got to ride for Honor

[Blaze] You know I die for Honor
[x4]


Behold my leverage
He holds the medicine
Honor, yea, to my soul my heritage

On the block where ^!$$%z hold barettas kid
Hustling, 'til this rap %#@! blows like terrorists
A warrior stuck in this old experiment

Box projects and them lonely tenements
Blunt smoke mixed with the coldest beverage
Helps to deal with this life cause its cold as Everest

Went from black power, us holding a leather fist
To white powder exchanged with an open hand
It's like tug of war, pulling with the rope in hand

Tryna keep behind the line of death, damn I hope I can
My ^!$$%z yelling what's good when I'm back
And Brooklyn's wondering what's good with the rap

So I tell them that I did all I could on this track
And when it rains, no umbrella, I got the hood on my back
Cause I'm a warrior


[Chorus x4]


I'm a warrior man
I'm always down to ride for my clan
Cause Shambhala is the law of the land

I'm the Sheppard, we don't sacrifice lamb, that's black sheep
Nor do we hit our women cause damnit that's passed weak
But if (*##$es think they hard they can get it with tagged feet

It's a jungle mother$#&@er, I'm letting the mack speak
I don't want to leave nobody deceased, but I will
%#@! gets hot when you talk about heat, ^!$$% chill

But I still get a thrill from the freaks, what I feel
With their humping like the fire for me, dollar bills
You can find your boy running the streets, Oxon Hill

To Southeast when I'm down in D.C., leave them killed
Think I'm ill many say that I'm sick, I'm profound
Keep it real dawg, I handle my %#@!, hold it down

With the skills (*##$es stay on my dick, the #~!!@ pounds
And I still live for Honor it's part of wearing a crown
I'm a warrior...