Rosinha
(专辑: Lost In Translation - 2020)
This weed got me high as a
Space Needle Tower over tabernacles and cathedrals Residing with animals, all of us living illegal We passing roaches, burning our fingertips in a
Buick Regal Plotting on turning nothing to something, plan it like Bugsy Siegel Watch they evils, sea full of predators, see-through how they see you So deceitful, hard to disguise your sins when that sin is lethal Flames below your steeple, it was peaceful 'fore that heat hit They packaging up the
same old gimmicks, that's just the
remix Temptations of the
flesh, that's just a
cheap trick That real spit got lost in '96 and ain't been seen since Them waves don't last forever, when your ship sink it's gon' sink quick Contrary to popular belief and what you thinking, god I
reside (I reside) I
remain (I remain) Still the
same (Still the
same) Never change (Never change) I
ain't a
rapper, I'm a
entrepreneur These rhymes hand-written, woven like it's silk or velour We Van Damme, kicking knowledge you can't buy at the
store We sharpen metal and swords, these metaphors like a
D1 sport Who want war, we can bring it to your door How we serve it to 'em, raw, raw, raw, raw I'm feeling that hunger, it's a
complex Creatively I'm putting it all in context For all intents and purpose, intensely flood 'em with content You'd need a
telescope and parachute to come where I'm at We thinking of big screens, I'm talking IPIX to arouse ya iris Leaving 'em stuck, it's like they got the
itis Describe my touch, well I
would say it's Midas Guess I'm slightly enlightened, with the
Gods and the
titans Got a
squad full of Vikings Adrian Peterson running over the
median 18 wheeler, I'm speeding and stacking up, I'm just leasing it You going against your common sense and your purpose defeated, damn I
reside (I reside) I
remain (I remain) Still the
same (Still the
same) Never change (Never change) I
ain't a
rapper, I'm a
entrepreneur These rhymes hand-written, woven like it's silk or velour We Van Damme, kicking knowledge you can't buy at the
store We sharpen metal and swords, these metaphors like a
D1 sport Who want war, we can bring it to your door How we serve it to 'em, raw, raw, raw, raw