Rey Morado - Gojira (Prod. 4th-I Riddle C) Lyrics

I (Eye) scrape skyscraper, I be feelin' the vapor
Work so much how I'm feelin' complacent, placemat really the pavement
Swear these niggas should pay me make change for pain, nothin' I could fear can't flame the rain
I had it up to here can't steer the crane, crazy when you geeked up feel the same
Tolerance to strong can't smoke if not, if I wasn't the shit then I sho'll forgot
Make her wan' bite like a shoal of sharks, damn I gotta swooned wan' hold the locks say nah nah
Zoned out in my head while they bla bla, I'ma monsta, respond wit lava
Bark worse than they bite then they caw caw then fly off, I bet I peep it all my eye hawk
Str-stress slow me down how me shell and eye stalk, swear the world burn if I stop
Urn the tree, f*ck is some eyedrops, Woe is me? F*ck dat I cyclops
You hoes is meat, how could I not devour; all the time I'm feelin' like the man of da hour
All the time I put in I can't abandon it now-a, any type a talk like that a render me sour
Be up on stage like I hopped out da shower

Nigga too clean, nigga lookin' like what the f*ck
Hoes lookin' like oowee, I emerge and she wan' f*ck
Bruh lookin' like who he, oh, there he go there he in da flesh
Sh, I'm just tryn do me, but I swear I do it the best

Rose out the concrete, rose out the calm sea, thorns what adorn me
They gone love & adore me, freeform angel the blood and the door meet
They dont wanna let a nigga in? Cool, just gone act a damn fool when inside
Weight heavy like a tol gripped to ya thigh, some see a zoo, to me In-N-Out
Roll it up and swivel round, pivot bounce when I hear a sound, to many close calls been inbound
All these notes that I wrote could be at my throat, f*ck it they really want me they can hunt me down
And ion put it past em, my paranoia blastin' northward, mind NASA
If there's any demons in here then I'ma gas em, any able to take notes welcome to classes
Ridin' with my dogs, mastiffs 'gainst the masses, tip yo glasses, competition molasses
I'ma hand em they ass, hand right in the acid, leave ashes
Here to have a blast, they trash, I feel classist
Everytime I put my claws in its a classic, Riddle bless the beat I send it back in gashes
Young Samson, blades neevr snatched my branches, these niggas never had the answers
So I be up on stage like I fell out a casket

Nigga too clean, nigga lookin' like what the f*ck
Hoes lookin' like oowee, I emerge and she wan' f*ck
Bruh lookin' like who he, oh, there he go there he in da flesh
Sh, I'm just tryn do me, but I swear I do it the best