Phinx Phatal - Somos Proximos Lyrics

A' Yo, They tell you get the money
But won't tell you how to keep it
And try to take it from you
And son you
Often in secret
And that could be some shit
It's how you move
After you peep it
Cause if a nigga sow it
You know it
He gon' reap it
That's deep shit ain't it
Poetic pictures are painted
I'm gon' be here for a while
So it's best that we get acquainted
Get you canonized
Leave you so holey
You could be sainted
Sometimes you feel like
You wanna run away
Like love was tainted
Yeah the flow is tight
I spit it right
Your gonna have to deal with it
Acquiesce to the idea
I've got appeal with it
Stay true to self
And I always come real with it
Must admit my shit
Gotta certain type feel with it
Smooth bro
That groove tho
Kinda makes you move, yo
Clean execution
Delivered gritty and sucio
Put me amongst you best in a contest to see who rocks the most
A new day is dawning, baby
Somos Proximos
"We're coming
We're coming
We. Are. Close
We. Are. Close
We're coming
We're coming
We. Are. Close
We. Are. Close."
It goes, hickory dickory
Oh my god
I'm sick with the
Flow
So much so
I'm almost the perfect emcee
"You don't believe me yet"
Alright, sit back and work with me
Peep lyrical lunacy
Poetic berserkery
Style hotter than Mercury
I'm shaking off the Richter
I battle with the beat
And I compete to be the victor
Tell the ladies, I'm no magician
Meaning, I am not a tricker
The best you'll get from me
Is food, weed, dick, and liquor
Mr. Thriftpockets
In that game
Nobody's sicker
I'm tighter than a hug
From a hungry boa constrictor
Oh yeah, I said that
Cuz, that's where my head's at
So you know not to ask me
Anything 'bout where my bread's at.
A fire always burns in me
My inner child's an arsonist
That's why I'm a problem
On the mic
You want no parts of this
Was I imbued with powers
By a sick syntax sorceress
In an act of defiant careless
Rap remorselessness
Must be
Cause I feel that
I'm at one with the force-ce-ses
Frankly, I think
I'm a bit of a
Lyrical narcissist
Got that off my chest
And now I know
What true catharsis is
I do the for cats
Trapped in cubicles in offices
Wanna smash the copier
F*ck employees on top of ya
Yeah the corporate world's like a f*ckin legal mafia
"Fifth. Quarter. Records"
"We're coming
We're coming
We. Are. Close
We. Are. Close
We're coming
We're coming
We. Are. Close
We. Are. Close."
Okay, knock knock
Who's there
Little ol' me
With a dope flow
So pure
You'll O.D.
Delivery's immaculate
The rhymes
They flow free
Heart of a young buck
Mind of an O.G.
Soul of a poet
With the hands
Of a soldier
I ride for the cause
And the purpose is umoja
That's what it is
And it couldn't be bolder
F*ck what you heard
And act like I just told ya
Now we on the same page
The vote is unanimous
Hip Hop assassin
I'm connected to an Animus
Partner pass the cannabis
Gettin high
I planned on this
My rap skills are scandalous
None of you dudes
Can handle this
I chef it up marvelous
Ya boy on a mission
I whip these words well
Treat the both
Just like the kitchen
Hit the block with better shit
Than all the competition
Then sit back
And start collecting dough
Man, Listen!