Wolfie MC - I Can Be Lyrics

I can be cold like a soul that's been broken and opened then frozen right over
I can be warm like a stove or the dope that I torch when I'm roasting a cone
I'll be smoking a bowl with the stoners
Folding the posers and jokers
I'm flicking and poking their skin
Till I'm tipping them over the edge
When I'm pissing them off and their spilling the pot
That they're ticking to chop up and stick in their bongs
Holding the rod like I'm Odin the god
And I'm hoping the rock isn't only a stop on my road to the top
Taking this throne out from under the lord and I'm shaving these horns on the top of my head clean off
Seeing the weasels and posers
Here with the weakest composure
Speeding with wheels on my rover
I'm rolling them over and throwing them over my shoulders
Blowing a hole in their border
With a boulder
I'm Bolder when I'm sober
And I'm rolling with my soldiers
You'll be rolling in your grave first
For rolling one of your neighbours
If I see a safe then it isn't safe
Crime doesn't pay unless I'm on the way In the night with a blade by the side of my waist
When I charge at what's left of your set full of pests
Heart full of dread so I dwell in the darkness
Spark up a sesh with the stars that I kept on my belt like Orion
Spread my horizons like hell slowly rising
I can be worse then evil
I can preach verses to people
Like sermons I'm speaking to servants while feeding them curses right under their steeple
Cuz I'm deceitful
But I ain't peaceful
Come for the sequel
We've never been equal
I'm a dare devil like Evil Kenevil
Who couldn't care less about hurting your feelings
Wooden roof then you can bet I'm burning down the ceilings
I can be cold like a soul that's been broken and opened then frozen right over
I can be warm like a stove or the dope that I torch when I'm roasting a cone
I'll be smoking a bowl with the stoners
Folding the posers and jokers
I'm flicking and poking their skin
Till I'm tipping them over the edge
When I'm pissing them off and their spilling the pot
That they're ticking to chop up and stick in their bongs
You should see his face when I break in
To his place through the basement
Ain't no f*cking reason I should take it
Staying real till I make it
Ain't no f*cking reason I should fake it
Ain't no season I can't take kid
So those demons better take hints
I'm dangerous
But you still think you can play with me
Fun so you wish you could lay with me
But I don't think you could take this heat
Basically...
They're minced meat if they're stepping to me
Missed me with their delicate feelings
Stepping to me in the street is a next level feat so their getting defeated
Whenever this beef is getting reheated
Then all the petty shits getting repeated
Waiting to face your defeat in the flesh as you fail to succeed
So your sealing your fate
Speeding away when I'm stealing the race
Whirling the tides when I'm merging
Twirling the mic when I'm turning
Turning these words from inside of my mind into earnings
My vicious side is emerging like
My civil mind isn't working right
Slitting necks with a guillotine strike
Spinning heads if their giving me strife
Skipping rest still I'm winning these fights
Sinning every time I start sipping on the wine
Spinning her mind like the rimmed wheel to a tyre
Fixing up the windshields when I'm taking her for a sweet ride
I can be all the above
I could be thrown in the mud
But that's all that you know
When you're born down below
I can leave corpses in blood when I'm bored of the justice
Over the dumb shit
Like f*ck your republic
I'll just go join up with the sith
I can be cold like a soul that's been broken and opened then frozen right over
I can be warm like a stove or the dope that I torch when I'm roasting a cone
I'll be smoking a bowl with the stoners
Folding the posers and jokers
I'm flicking and poking their skin
Till I'm tipping them over the edge
When I'm pissing them off and their spilling the pot
That they're ticking to chop up and stick in their bongs