[Verse 1:] It's clear to me these dudes ain't breathing the same air as me Apparently my clarity is bringing fans near to me Show to show severity, don't you know it's wearing me But I keep grinding on my hopes inherently Coldest flow in Seven Seas, wrote this soul of seventies Go for broke, I'm bending knees Hold the hope of friends in need The hardest working inserting no burden Will burden the verdict, diverted the vermin and murdered the circuit Biting emcees talk a lot of shit Bottle split, hollow tips, model chicks love to swallow dick Me? I don't bother with, barely acknowledge it Only thing I ever bit? My bottom lip [Chorus] [Scratching] [Verse 2:] Literally I am the epitome homes Acclaimed critically downloaded digitally Known from London to Italy I slaughter these lamb ass niggas lyrically hypothetically realistically The trees glistening, the cocaine crystally And I am viciously controlling Boston officially They say you Jaysaun? I am I am Two truths: I don't take the stand, to bare love's hand I'm no rat and I don't wear no wires I rain fire, bitch niggas gotta call me sire You okay with them punchlines But I would devour your whole career in a lunch line at crunchtime You just nibble on your rappers, I munch mine You chew em too long, I eat a bunch at one time I'm Walter Payton Ricky Williams combined Blowing weed at the NFL come by to unwind You the type to be unsigned with hype For so long you could've blown but never really quite Doing it ten years and that shit ain't right So I'm cutting off the light, goodnight, it's all over [Verse 3:] It's an automatic slaughter, caught em walking, talking louder Nah I caught em, pop n' locked and rocked the noggin out of order, listen Been dope since the thin rope tied my tummy Write music for my fans not the pride money Building the career until the ceiling interfere I breathe out knowledge, put the healing in the air Appealing with the snare [?], noticed internationally Dealing with the fear, haters focusing on passing me Talk a lot of this and that, acting like their pistol claps Acting like aristocrats, fact is that they're missing facts I pen my soul, they spend their dough My flow's frozen like ten below The best in the game, best invest in the name Yes I'm destined for fame, rest get left in the rain Best believe the hype, I'll lead riots till the hopeless can see the light [Chorus] Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com