[Intro: Wyclef Jean Sample - "Family Business" by The Fugees]
Now who would think [x5]
That your best friend would be your worst enemy
And your enemy your best friend
Worst enemy and your enemy your best friend
Worst enemy and your enemy your best friend
[Intro: UBI]
What? What?
Try to tell us
Try to show us but you know
Try to tell us
Try to show us but you know the game's UP!
[Verse 1: Sorceress]
Well everybody got something to say
Talking all that trash but just not to my face
Well when we come in contact [?]
And when you tell it try and sell it
That's my number one ace
Man, if I was stupid I would catch me a case
But I’m just edgy
So don’t test me
And just give me my space
Unless you would rather experience losing your taste
And best believe it when I say it won’t be due to old age
(It won’t be due to old age !)
Nah, it won’t be due to old age
Trust me, don’t test me and just give me my space
Cuz I’ve been tonguing this blade
Casually fucking this rage
Steady stuck in this phase
And I ain’t talking ‘bout crescent moons
Since I was put here to blaze the track and chip it in stone
Stick your ass in his face
Strangle with the distort
And like that he sat on the stage posted claustrophobic haze
To reflect in solitude on his fucking mix that he made
With a grave for the feedback
And no pay for the bling cats
Mad of stacks for the weed addicts
Who need it to keep at it
In fact with these habits
Without it he'd be savage
Lock it in my pocket with a bucket of malice
And if its stress that we talking then I chug by the gallons
But if its mess that we talking then it's under the pallet
Well belly up, man
Get a grip
I ain't even on that petty shit
So slit your wrists then pity bitch
Lets both forget that you exist 'cause -
Now who would think [x5]
That your best friend would be your worst enemy
And your enemy your best friend
Worst enemy and your enemy your best friend
Worst enemy and your enemy your best friend
[Intro: UBI]
What? What?
Try to tell us
Try to show us but you know
Try to tell us
Try to show us but you know the game's UP!
[Verse 1: Sorceress]
Well everybody got something to say
Talking all that trash but just not to my face
Well when we come in contact [?]
And when you tell it try and sell it
That's my number one ace
Man, if I was stupid I would catch me a case
But I’m just edgy
So don’t test me
And just give me my space
Unless you would rather experience losing your taste
And best believe it when I say it won’t be due to old age
(It won’t be due to old age !)
Nah, it won’t be due to old age
Trust me, don’t test me and just give me my space
Cuz I’ve been tonguing this blade
Casually fucking this rage
Steady stuck in this phase
And I ain’t talking ‘bout crescent moons
Since I was put here to blaze the track and chip it in stone
Stick your ass in his face
Strangle with the distort
And like that he sat on the stage posted claustrophobic haze
To reflect in solitude on his fucking mix that he made
With a grave for the feedback
And no pay for the bling cats
Mad of stacks for the weed addicts
Who need it to keep at it
In fact with these habits
Without it he'd be savage
Lock it in my pocket with a bucket of malice
And if its stress that we talking then I chug by the gallons
But if its mess that we talking then it's under the pallet
Well belly up, man
Get a grip
I ain't even on that petty shit
So slit your wrists then pity bitch
Lets both forget that you exist 'cause -
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!