Produced by Dan Oddysee
Track Written by G.I
Video By Atonal Media/Anthony Fynes
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Lyrics
Hook
Men killed over spilled milk, I wonder if they felt guilt, where we buy and sell filth, take a look around look what hell built, we expect to expand, we got celestial plans, observing scripting all night i should be resting me hand, I put the work in to progress with the fam, smokin jeffs by the gram, get ur head out the sand, blunt be resting in the ashtray on the window sill, no respect to those who talk to much and let the info spill.
Verse
We'll be like some predators tracing marching tracks, strikin viscous like a shark attack, come unexpected like a heart attack, dont be barking back a broken jaw can make it hard to rap, you act the lone wolf but never part the park, I hope you brought your starter pack, blow the dust off an artefact,with a slick bitch that like to arch her back, aint about who got the thickest blade, its about who got the faster slash, darts wrapped in mercury poison for all you bastard rats , moving fiercely in silence be camouflaged in black Im hard to catch, watch the stars relapse, viewing from the harshest habitats like abandoned flats, where they pass the crack, pass the j, I pass it back, making more money than most cunts do before and after tax, you acting the heavy you better be ready when the shit gets real, im packing a jeffrey,grabbing machetes kid shit gets ill, disfiguring ligaments feel the torture from a thousand cuts where's your crew at kid round em up the loudest woof gets bitten blood hounds don't be spouting stuff I smoke an ounce of kush double counting these pennys i've been counting up, dont amount to fuck all when your chillin loungin puffed, knowledge god studied Wu Tang my surroundings rough, high as the clouds that the mountains touch Street Literature til its scripted on a thousand books, wheres your crew at, round him up, spill beans, spill out your guts now it seems you dont be out as much, never doubt me bud..
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