Samuel Veil - 220 Nutcracker Lyrics

Break a glass in the rat city
Cash and the bad luck came too fast, blast piggy
What's that in the bag, huh?

Let me show you how it hurts
Turn a runner to a lurk
This ain't f*cking gangland
No honor in the dirt
No commas in the purse
I look richer than you'll ever be
Wealth different with obscenities
I talk how I gotta
Point across bridge
Song of myself shit
Tightrope no spotter
Run your mouth like a lotta
Reup the feature deal
Sound like Mahatma
The peace is real
Starve enemies, I love the wait
No apologies, take time 'fore I serve the plate
Cold, linger on the air like a hunt
Hov knows we on the run
Tried to rob the art museum, car speeding up the steps
Rocky's heart is beating, sub par arteries
Carve the raw meat apart to feed the dark
Dreams are bread and circuses
Cursive metamorphosis
Idols have the murder script, uh
Common thieves, how'd we get away with it
Fence is pretty good, I don't have to pace this shit
Daylight I wear masks, shit is dangerous
And if they pull us over, play this shit

What you own?
What you lead?
What you on?
Who's your team
What you comin' with?

Stutter steppin
Like chameleons
I'm the one
Among the millions
F*ck a replica

I'm a conjuring act
Turn my product to crack
Nobody sponsors the tag
Already tonka'd the team
Now they mobbing like sap
Philly brought us together
The city bonkers like that
Somebody monster me quick
'Fore I conquer the map
Y'all need bodies for love
I just need bodies for bags
Oh, y'all wanna be friends now
I don't squander the flag
Zay mamba'd his shoes
I anaconda'd the stag
The big game is my only concern
I heard all the other artists, I know where I should learn
And who doesn't deserve, they still reckless with words, huh?
So who'm I talking to first... huh?
This an open invitation for the waterfront
Bored, walkin' off the ledge like Tha Carter 1
Mentality, you lookin like you got a gun
Confidence is nothing, I know when you start to run
Three, two, one, it's better than none
Cowards, listen to yourselves, y'all are nobody's sons
How you move and how I move it's like y'all wanna be done
And I can do it with a drum, you know I'm already numb
Skull feels like I hit the vapor
Stitches unravel from the razor
Pain, same shit different flavors
I only wanna kill the traitors

You ain't own
You ain't lead
You ain't on
F*ck your team
You ain't got a lick

Shudder walking
I got twins
Miss the coffin
Learn your sins
You ain't f*cking with me!