R.I.P. Songtext
von Frukwan

Yo, to the fallen soldiers, yo

If I could only look back through time
When you was alive, give you high five
Hit you on the horn, yo what′s up for this morn'
I′m in denial God, yo that's wrong
If I could only look back in time
When you was alive, give you high five
Hit you on the horn, yo what's up for this morn′
I′m in denial God, yo that's wrong


Surprise, there when he was born
Knew that he would be the strength to carry on
Tradition, a family addition completed
I seen him grow up and hit him up with what he needed
Whether right or wrong, it didn′t bother
Way I was seen was Overlord's Godfather
Now I′m confined, relating through the mind and the essence
Chilling with black pouring drinks, missing your presence
Yo it was hard, had to face come to grip
To see ya everyday, thing begin to slip
But I know you say yo Fu-Kwon do your thing
Overlord, word bond

If I could only look back through time
When you was alive, give you high five
Hit you on the horn, yo what's up for this morn′
I'm in denial God, that's wrong


Wondering now, your throne′s on a palace
Spreading your jewels on the moons of Borealis
Deadly shock, semi-mentally I′m blocked
Stretching my thoughts to release the padlock
Open up, little gestures relate in the past
Wasn't time to return the purified gas
So many killings, so many past tense
The changes one go through when tragic events
I represent, wish it could be on better terms
I′m still on earth, feeling pressure on a level that hurts
No incisions, look upon me God, my decision
I'm filled with anger from that night on Pennsylvania
Avenue, still lost without a clue
When tensions was high, it was nothing I could do God
But give hugs for a brother that I love
Looking down from the stars above

If I could only look back through time
When you was alive, give you high five
Hit you on the horn, yo what′s up for this morn'
I′m in denial God, that's wrong

Holding the fort, paying the price
Breathing life in your chest, wake you up from rest
Subconscious, that's when it haunts me less
In a plane where all the elements get pressed
Like an angel, son was just meant to fly
Yo, we live in Cooley High

Yo, to the fallen, the chosen few, Grim Reaper
Biggie Smalls, Big L, Freaky Tah
Peace to the God Ol′ Dirty, Jam Master Jay, Jay Killer, Big Pun
Overlord, God Dean, Big Pun, The Most High, I Dream
Shemar, Lord Truth, knowledge, 2Pac, rest in peace Soulja
Salute, God, that′s wrong