
Okizeme Rav & Kill Bill: The Rapper (Ft. Kill Bill: The Rapper & Rav)
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[Chorus: Rav & Kill Bill: The Rapper]
Rip the cloth from my eyes
Or drink the poison instead?
Say, if I'm in control
Why's your voice in my head?
Rip the cloth from my eyes
Or drink the poison instead?
Say, if I'm in control
Why's your voice in my head?
[Bridge: Rav]
(Ba-da ba-dum, ba-da-da-da ba-dum)
(Ba-da ba-dum, ba-da-da-da ba-dum)
[Verse 1: Rav]
I'm sick of dapping holograms replaying looping strings of text
I'm on the outside still
I need to intercept
Or do I really?
Could just smoke my weed and just turn the other cheek
Most moments I maneuver cities would ideally not involve myself in shit that I don't really got to
Don't care enough to over-analyze my fossils
Sometimes hostile forces override my console
But best know I'll take control back
Pushing smoke up out my nostrils
Leaning out the window, praying one day Mount Olympus topples
In the meantime, searching for some awe within the awful
Conquering what's lost, part of processing debacles
Even when the woe withering all seems so colossal
I can wear a smile through any crossroads with a crossbow
Rip the cloth from my eyes
Or drink the poison instead?
Say, if I'm in control
Why's your voice in my head?
Rip the cloth from my eyes
Or drink the poison instead?
Say, if I'm in control
Why's your voice in my head?
[Bridge: Rav]
(Ba-da ba-dum, ba-da-da-da ba-dum)
(Ba-da ba-dum, ba-da-da-da ba-dum)
[Verse 1: Rav]
I'm sick of dapping holograms replaying looping strings of text
I'm on the outside still
I need to intercept
Or do I really?
Could just smoke my weed and just turn the other cheek
Most moments I maneuver cities would ideally not involve myself in shit that I don't really got to
Don't care enough to over-analyze my fossils
Sometimes hostile forces override my console
But best know I'll take control back
Pushing smoke up out my nostrils
Leaning out the window, praying one day Mount Olympus topples
In the meantime, searching for some awe within the awful
Conquering what's lost, part of processing debacles
Even when the woe withering all seems so colossal
I can wear a smile through any crossroads with a crossbow
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