Connor McDees
(专辑: The Glory Album - 2016)
[Skyzoo:] Swear I
suppose, there's nothing left for me in here to expose Ain't an accolade alive that I
ain't claim on my own I
been crowned since forever, been in here with the
stones June bug with the
plug, how I
weight out the
goal It's nothing new, almost to the
point where I
be bashful Double entendres are wondering what the
mass do Double high, caught em and wonder if that'll catch you It's summersault slaughter so the
flow is only natural Like no shots to it, more so in sense But I'm less about that, and more so bout a
Benz I'm more so bout a
win, and more so bout the
end Being more than we can count, moreover your ten Talking Russell in the
huddle for a W
Instead of serenading the
parade, but not enough for attempts Know I
may hear the
beat, like the
end of the
speech Like the
only protocol of what winning should be is right here [Taelor Gray:] They gave Langston Hughes a
pen, Coltrane a
saxophone Gave me this mic but they ain't give me no chaperones Just me, just the
ghost and the
alphabet Nine years old watching Spike Lee's "Malcolm X" Yeah, I'm on some different type of energy Whether hot or cold better save them extremities Man, the
jab got you running like Floyd If it's money to be made, then the
summer got a
joint I
ain't running for the
coin man I'm tryna keep my promise Cause if I
keep it G
I'm selling honesty as product And it's piracy, all this airing out keep messing up my privacy Now I'm writing rhymes on papyrus leaves It's hometown hero, not a
hero in my own town Got my own sound, I
experiment with Mo-Town Yeah, that's the
offseason You fish outta water and we coming after Caesar [Christon Gray:] Nah we ain't done I
don't turn my nose up when evil stalks I
can smell em coming, yeah I
know I
can see it all This the
Ghost Protocol, call me Ethan Hunt Leave the
wicked with a
broken jaw, they can't even talk I
tell the
Pharisees to each its own "Mene, mene, tekel, upharsin", read the
wall We all fallen, no desire to embarrass dudes I
offer them a
parachute, they trade it for a
pair of shoes Prepare to lose, I
ain't claiming the
belt You could never win a
game that keeps playing itself We the
fighter and we don't wanna fail So we put ourselves in prison Every Christian needs bail, Lord Jesus I'ma give a
little more, I
just wanna let go Give it to the
Lord, I'm just gonna let go I'ma give a
little more, I
just wanna let go Give it to the
Lord, I'm just gonna let go