You've entered the mouth of a dragon
The flames of the sun meet the lungs of a Kraken
N you don't wanna clash with the titan
I will clutch an axe, throw it back in the cypher
You can't outbar the bar master
My Flows sharper than the teeth of 8 piranhas
Regardless prim spits Lyrical armadas
I've harnessed the beat to drop with no harness
Big up my jungle shit
I'm in the garden, chilling where the fungus lives
I beg your pardon, would you stop mumbling?
They boast about their humbleness
Huh, slow your horse fam, cool your jets
Orrr Quench your thirst with this pool of sweat
Respect yes for the rules of the game
Or they'll come for your neck like the jewels on your chain
Yeah its time for celebration
Hands to the sky and feel the elevation
Whether the penthouse or the basement
Put em up high the love will never die
The boom bap general, generally speaking
My pen leaking venom as I enter the deep end
Holy smokes its a wolf in sheepskin
Clothing, Little Bo Peep with a nose ring
3 pigs and a bag of rice
House of sticks, 2 bricks and a chimney pipe
They sent a mental picture to a Sentimental picture
Fell into the void enjoy Elemental mixtures
They sleep in and refuse to be woke
Still You Can't deny the bars are irrefutably dope
I usually cope, by stroking my beard
Some oil and a brush man you get the idea
Yeah! I'm a creature of habit
Unleasher of heat over beats in the blackness
Sell me a dream and I'll sleep on a mattress
Its never too late to put your feet on the map
Ground zero and the skies the limit
Now they're telling me to feel my feelings
I tried once not to hit the deck
Heck, I've already got enough to deal with
Real shit I'm just blabbering stuff
On that iconic tip like Jabba the hut
My sonic rings, don't drag your knuckles
Try n outfox the tales of raps hustlers
The raw rhymer, i spit more fire
Ball riders wanna know me now the streams rise up
I'm so tired, these lads promote violence
Glorify guns n drugs promote tribalism
You haven't shot a round in your life
You got a career, 9-5 with a kid and a wife
Yo my crew stay full of lyrical heavy hitters
Your crew stay full of fakes and petty bitches
Yeah its time for celebration
Hands to the sky and feel the elevation
Whether the penthouse or the basement
Put em high the love will never die
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You've entered the mouth of a dragon
The flames of the sun meet the lungs of a Kraken
N you don't wanna clash with the titan
I will clutch an axe, throw it back in the cypher
You can't outbar the bar master
My Flows sharper than the teeth of 8 piranhas
Regardless prim spits Lyrical armadas
I've harnessed the beat to drop with no harness
Big up my jungle shit
I'm in the garden, chilling where the fungus lives
I beg your pardon, would you stop mumbling?
They boast about their humbleness
Huh, slow your horse fam, cool your jets
Orrr Quench your thirst with this pool of sweat
Respect yes for the rules of the game
Or they'll come for your neck like the jewels on your chain
Yeah its time for celebration
Hands to the sky and feel the elevation
Whether the penthouse or the basement
Put em up high the love will never die
The boom bap general, generally speaking
My pen leaking venom as I enter the deep end
Holy smokes its a wolf in sheepskin
Clothing, Little Bo Peep with a nose ring
3 pigs and a bag of rice
House of sticks, 2 bricks and a chimney pipe
They sent a mental picture to a Sentimental picture
Fell into the void enjoy Elemental mixtures
They sleep in and refuse to be woke
Still You Can't deny the bars are irrefutably dope
I usually cope, by stroking my beard
Some oil and a brush man you get the idea
Yeah! I'm a creature of habit
Unleasher of heat over beats in the blackness
Sell me a dream and I'll sleep on a mattress
Its never too late to put your feet on the map
Ground zero and the skies the limit
Now they're telling me to feel my feelings
I tried once not to hit the deck
Heck, I've already got enough to deal with
Real shit I'm just blabbering stuff
On that iconic tip like Jabba the hut
My sonic rings, don't drag your knuckles
Try n outfox the tales of raps hustlers
The raw rhymer, i spit more fire
Ball riders wanna know me now the streams rise up
I'm so tired, these lads promote violence
Glorify guns n drugs promote tribalism
You haven't shot a round in your life
You got a career, 9-5 with a kid and a wife
Yo my crew stay full of lyrical heavy hitters
Your crew stay full of fakes and petty bitches
Yeah its time for celebration
Hands to the sky and feel the elevation
Whether the penthouse or the basement
Put em high the love will never die
The flames of the sun meet the lungs of a Kraken
N you don't wanna clash with the titan
I will clutch an axe, throw it back in the cypher
You can't outbar the bar master
My Flows sharper than the teeth of 8 piranhas
Regardless prim spits Lyrical armadas
I've harnessed the beat to drop with no harness
Big up my jungle shit
I'm in the garden, chilling where the fungus lives
I beg your pardon, would you stop mumbling?
They boast about their humbleness
Huh, slow your horse fam, cool your jets
Orrr Quench your thirst with this pool of sweat
Respect yes for the rules of the game
Or they'll come for your neck like the jewels on your chain
Yeah its time for celebration
Hands to the sky and feel the elevation
Whether the penthouse or the basement
Put em up high the love will never die
The boom bap general, generally speaking
My pen leaking venom as I enter the deep end
Holy smokes its a wolf in sheepskin
Clothing, Little Bo Peep with a nose ring
3 pigs and a bag of rice
House of sticks, 2 bricks and a chimney pipe
They sent a mental picture to a Sentimental picture
Fell into the void enjoy Elemental mixtures
They sleep in and refuse to be woke
Still You Can't deny the bars are irrefutably dope
I usually cope, by stroking my beard
Some oil and a brush man you get the idea
Yeah! I'm a creature of habit
Unleasher of heat over beats in the blackness
Sell me a dream and I'll sleep on a mattress
Its never too late to put your feet on the map
Ground zero and the skies the limit
Now they're telling me to feel my feelings
I tried once not to hit the deck
Heck, I've already got enough to deal with
Real shit I'm just blabbering stuff
On that iconic tip like Jabba the hut
My sonic rings, don't drag your knuckles
Try n outfox the tales of raps hustlers
The raw rhymer, i spit more fire
Ball riders wanna know me now the streams rise up
I'm so tired, these lads promote violence
Glorify guns n drugs promote tribalism
You haven't shot a round in your life
You got a career, 9-5 with a kid and a wife
Yo my crew stay full of lyrical heavy hitters
Your crew stay full of fakes and petty bitches
Yeah its time for celebration
Hands to the sky and feel the elevation
Whether the penthouse or the basement
Put em high the love will never die
Writer: Peter Sandercock
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid