[Verse 1] 16 spitter go hard, repitition See me with a wookie then I’m on another mission Two Tone Rebel and my bezel doesn’t glisten I don’t need it to, if lightning strikes I’m who the fuck it’s hittin’ Strange way to look at it but shit I ‘m not a chicken Cuz’ if it strikes twice I’ll prolly be in the pictures Shit I never wanted, but my world is looking different So I’m on another plane and I’m dodging different pigeons Dumbed down, numbness the music’s on cepachol I can’t really feel shit, I might just be better off Two tone board, checkmate like Federov Game theory, leery, no fun, no tether ball Throw another tennis ball, Wilfred with the brimstone Power of the confluence, china with the syndrome ….let’s meltdown powers who cower to keep the rent low …………..then two step on the headstone
[Hook x2] Two Tone Rebel. One hand high One j. raised like two ??? Waiting for those blue-er skies; Up in the clouds 'till they arrive
[Verse 2] I'm with that Two Tone Rebel set, yeah you’ve seen me hella bent Speaking to the people on the virtues of the eloquence They can talk in telephones but I be talking tell a friend Leaning to the side set the phaser to irrelevant Set it to extinguish, set it to extort them Set it to excel at everything and make a fortune Set out to tell the whole world how we came to drop bombs Lyrical nalpalm, I ain’t fuckin’ around It’s grayscales Two Tone Rebel and I be hella bent Sippin’ on that hard and I’m ohhin’ for the thrill of it Michael jack jack on that who goin’ celebate Not me I hella fuck, just for the hell of it I get enough of it, I get enough of this E-dub do so and so, so I just keep goin’ in I just let em’ wonder when that boy gon’ stop But it ain’t gon’ happen’ no it ain’t gon’ happen
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[Verse 3] We can talk in different code words They don’t need to understand One thing that they need to know is That they need to over-plan They’ve been walking backwards We’ve been picking slack up Fillin’ up the back of the Black Pais' trash truck …gettin’ rid of bullshit Throwin’ out the sink too Waitin’ to remodel like a model with no IQ But it ain’t a problem They been mobbin’ all these motherfuckin’ pockets I’m just waiting til’ they drop it, when they do I’m gonna cop it One time for the nose to the grindstone Two times for my people getting mind blown We looking forward while we try to carve a future But the past is catching up tryna open up the sutures — …so we keep ourselves grounded Stunt when we’re retired give ourselves pounds shit …And we’re just trying to write a plot twist ….something positive nothing obnoxiousTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
