RISING SON

Strength and honor, tribe and bloodline
Warrior chosen, to protect mine
Love and family, see my blood shine
See the Saint rise to defend mine

Full-blood divinity raised above those
Out for the warrior’s soul, I’mma unload
Full metal jacket hits in a whirlwind
Infinite aggression, rise of the redskin
Warrior confident, tall when among all
Ever been faced with defeat? Man, hell nah
Saint was raised by a man of a man, son
Tribal blood runs hot like a red sun
Navajo, lemme know who wanna rush me
Who wanna catch heat when I release these
Warrior forged hard rounds for a fool
Thinkin’ he’s hard and down with the old school
You don’t know how it is in the trench, kid
When ballistics shift at the redskin
So if you got what it takes, knuckle up quick
Feel the red son’s heat when it gets thick

Strength and honor, tribe and bloodline
Warrior chosen, to protect mine
Love and family, see my blood shine
See the Saint rise to defend mine


Unlike you, I do give a damn
You and your kind killed many red men
So like a hurricane movin’ across lands
I administer pain with a swift hand
Many a man tried to circle the redskin
Armed to the teeth with the latest of weapons
But in the heat of aggression, you’ll see
Babies in uniforms cry for their moms, G
Merciless, son, named for a reason
Warrior red son wrath never leaves ‘em
Room to move or crawl when the smoke clears
Enemies broke and choked on their own tears
Bullets, blood clots cooked in the brain pan
Pay the price when you fight with a red man
Let my enemies know I’mma send some
Blades of vengeance swung by a shogun

Strength and honor, tribe and bloodline
Warrior chosen, to protect mine
Love and family, see my blood shine
See the Saint rise to defend mine


Am I born to live or am I bred to die?
Tell me now ‘fore I rise to avenge mine
When the warrior starts to oppose all
I’m never gonna retreat, man, hell nah
Out of the darkness of hate, I’mma rise up
Level aggressive strength when I flex, what
Number of bulls-eyes did renegade hit
In the midst of a fight, I’m a beast, kid
Speakin’ of battle makes renegades feel
Triballistic, made from a strong-willed
Line of chiefs who seen and opposed those
Federal hitmen fit in the blue coats
Now the renegade settles any score
Feel the reign of a Saint in a downpour
Warriors born in the darkness of time
Rise, remain on alert on the frontline

Strength and honor, tribe and bloodline
Warrior chosen, to protect mine
Love and family, see my blood shine
See the Saint rise to defend mine