Artist: Long Axe
Album:  Lost in Translation
Song:   3710 (R.I.P. Father Lord)
Typed by: Knowledge God

[Long Axe]
It took this long to make it born in a song
I remember when things go wrong we had each other
Ancient soul brother from a galaxy of strength
From the midst of taking risks to saying thanks for the tips
I never got that back flip though or the cream for him
Embedded in my mind when you fought and how the from
Cold changed form, went from cold to hot
And that fake karate nigga got slammed on the spot
Although I didn't leave your ashes to dry
I know you gotta be free, God will never die
Accepted when you wrecked it, eclectic how you left it
I still got what you told me on cap, never forget it
Die rear truth come robbery and proof
We older than the planets yet we younger than the youth
The photos captured a blow to my past
The date '97 but it's still today's Math
3710 with mad breaks in the floor
Getting high in the alley making plans for the war
Your daughter getting bigger, haven't seen your two gods
But what I hear they're still playing in the yard
I told you what I want just to see it successful
But that fucking drunk driver had to make shit stressful
He took your body but your deeds exist
You're in the future 'cause your seeds exist
A toast to the Grandfather Lord I.L.
And ______ Ghost, Begga Clan hotel
Ben Grim the miserable Chi
The brass chicken on the jog and I ain't fuckin with snow
In the kitchen
Making home movies you was Big Lord Wu
Made sure on the scene nobody ignored you
Big nigga beat making with the rhymes to match
We got to honour our brothers 'cause we can't bring them back

[Chorus fade to end: Long Axe]
Begga Clan rocks the world that's the code