It’s the ichiban player sneaking up on that avenue So ante up you chump and snake eyes about to battle you Hold your hands up, heard you back from sabbatical A player so smooth, give me room while I challenge you Cise Star never in the day, only evenings Transparent dark move units while you’re sleeping Be the overachiever, the human heat seeker The tactile style is wild giving you seizures Slow motherfuckers, these skilled packs of readers You’re suing me but sorry as hell, you’re just Zima Gangster lean holding my dreams, hope receiver So what you mean? Better redeem or be believer
Crushed grooves on soft planets making it so hard From Pacific to Atlantic damn it we gonna ball Like sandcastles for rent, bitch you gonna fall With the tide with the tide with the tide Huh tide of life
Automatic static, I’m flowing throughout your phone lines Connecting the Internet, the dialect is so fine Forever elevators are taking me so high Inhale ? that the reason that I’m so fly Quick connect the firewire, I won’t lie Gotta write love to Hell just to get by Poetic, instead it’s kinetic till I touched mines Blind looking for answers until I let my ears find A certain resonance with the presence of elegant African elephants roaming the soundscape effortless Spreading the wisdom that bangs your sound system Airwaves behave, radiohead ?
Crushed grooves on soft planets making it so hard From Pacific to Atlantic damn it we gonna ball Like sandcastles for rent, bitch you gonna fall With the tide with the tide with the tide Huh tide of life
Smooth in inaction but burn it in the afternoon We keep the mood subtle and bubble audible follow-through Methodical the speeds we reach until he capture you Grip tighter than debt, we sweat in higher altitudes We never lose to those that don’t get it Hyper future speak implanted and chromed out ? I ? son I talk to dons My cellphone gotta alter call, it be the
African mean, fly like a pelican, bee It’s do or die, ? now who want it with he? The wild African back with the pen to the pad again So that’s a rap for y’all, the phony rap actors In this game called music, some do abuse it I reach for Utopia, found now I’m boozing No jazz tune, rap goon, word is my weapon I’m Kane in his prime, rhymer you have that ? So half-assed you get gas, them crackers made you I came from the ground up ? that paid you fucker You ain’t never gonna last in this That’s the ? type rapper posing as bitch We shitting on y’all, my smarter lyrics’ll brawl Knock the wind out the lame, play Steven Seagal I’m jacking your chan, KO, flow with the wind My nigga Cise got that water from Mars and we begin, goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
