i n f i n i t y Kid Wcked (Ft. Shiloh Dynasty)
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[Chorus: Shiloh Dynasty]
Something isn't right with this
I've been listening, paying attention
You don't listen, you've been giving
You've been spending all your time out there lying
Oh, oh-oh
Yeah, yeah(I need autotune)
You're like novocaine, novocai-
[Verse 1: Kid Wcked]
Time, taking my time to tell them the truth
Talk my shit so hard, it might break off my tooth
Got a hunger, but what I choose is to give them some food for thought
Make them munch on a matter, mind over that, or matter of fact
Mind over hate for the reality we are living in
“Rake in some ratchets, rack up some riches, and-” Really, man
Restore the rights of the realest rockers, and reel it in
Random, I’m righteous, but on a beat, I’mma kill again
Ruthless, my style as a juvenile, running
With rappers and musicians, rhyming, making a change
Unknown for a fact that we rap for the love of the art
And for our people, wanting them to be safe, and give them the space
And we spicy too, yall suck, slobber on our soup
Sriracha, put that on everything, pull up with sticks and shoot
See my bars, call em sticks, my hits could dent up their roofs
But I be sweet, kit-kat, cavities, so we are breaking a tooth, truth
Something isn't right with this
I've been listening, paying attention
You don't listen, you've been giving
You've been spending all your time out there lying
Oh, oh-oh
Yeah, yeah(I need autotune)
You're like novocaine, novocai-
[Verse 1: Kid Wcked]
Time, taking my time to tell them the truth
Talk my shit so hard, it might break off my tooth
Got a hunger, but what I choose is to give them some food for thought
Make them munch on a matter, mind over that, or matter of fact
Mind over hate for the reality we are living in
“Rake in some ratchets, rack up some riches, and-” Really, man
Restore the rights of the realest rockers, and reel it in
Random, I’m righteous, but on a beat, I’mma kill again
Ruthless, my style as a juvenile, running
With rappers and musicians, rhyming, making a change
Unknown for a fact that we rap for the love of the art
And for our people, wanting them to be safe, and give them the space
And we spicy too, yall suck, slobber on our soup
Sriracha, put that on everything, pull up with sticks and shoot
See my bars, call em sticks, my hits could dent up their roofs
But I be sweet, kit-kat, cavities, so we are breaking a tooth, truth
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