BLOODLINE

1971, the year the gates swung wide
And chiefs sent a soul to East O
10 and a half, the weight of the son who made renegade
When his lungs took a deep one
Unleash cries from the depths of the mind
Where visions of mine lie dead in a line, I
Grew up quick and my dad told me
“You can have anything you earn in the world, G.”
Mom stared into my eyes with hope
That her baby will thrive and survive in this world, so
Reds of then were the warrior men
Lookin’ out for theirs in a place where you fight when
Suckas, dealers, and thugs try to take
The advantage to live from the Saint who will not break
From these streets I hold as my own
Like days when feds tried to move on our homes, yo

California born renegade
With a fist of flame and a rhyme from the Bay
Let my blood show out in a hit
I’mma go fo’sho when I go for the throat, kid
When you lived the life of the Saint
You either fight or you fold to the pain, so
All I got’s my blood and tribes
Warrior pride in a warrior bloodline


S.L.O.T., I was unleashed upon God-fearing fools
And priests callin’ me ‘chief’
Many lames saw me as a big overweight little nerd
Who didn’t say a damn word
Then the day came up when the 4th and 5th and 6th grade kids
Threw a few hits
On the big overweight little nerd who sent bullies home
With a heat that was unheard
All I knew was dad told me
“Never cease the fire nor quit when you drop these
Always go for the biggest in the crew
Cuz ten outta ten hit the dirt when you drop two
Warrior fists to the left of the head
When he drops, hit the next and the next and the next, then
Ground and pound, go for the soul
Like a warrior does when his vengeance lets go

California born renegade
With a fist of flame and a rhyme from the Bay
Let my blood show out in a hit
I’mma go fo’sho when I go for the throat, kid
When you lived the life of the Saint
You either fight or you fold to the pain, so
All I got’s my blood and tribes
Warrior pride in a warrior bloodline


MacArthur Blvd., down 35th
Saint admits he did heat when he rolled with
Nez and Nez, Navajos from the O
See the three erupt with fists fulla flame, yo
Everybody knew who were the red and real from the street
Renegades roll three deep
East 14th, the line we walked
IFH the spot where the tribe remained on top
Many bunk-ass fools felt heat
When the warrior redskins walked on the street, we
Got the scars on the skin we in
And the skins we be got props in the O, G
Fight and stand and remain to be true
To the strugglin’ few I’m proud to belong to
Raise the fist way high in the sky
One love for the tribe and my warrior bloodline

California born renegade
With a fist of flame and a rhyme from the Bay
Let my blood show out in a hit
I’mma go fo’sho when I go for the throat, kid
When you lived the life of the Saint
You either fight or you fold to the pain, so
All I got’s my blood and tribes
Warrior pride in a warrior bloodline