CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Self Conscious Pt. II
Yo
Yeah yeah-yo
Lord
Eye of a tiger, flow of a geyser, uh
Demons inside him, can't let em guide him, no
We're army rising, feel like Poseidon
Don't f**k with em unless they riding, pull up beside you
See when you wanna roll to victory, uh
Ain't no chivalry, ain't sh*t for free, I hit the beats, uh
808 banging, might nod, they trembling, sent to enemy
Boy, I got kin to feed, that pretending sh*t, this the entity
I just tell em "I pull up like stop and pop" and then drop em like rock-a-bottom, uh
Rappers bit the same these days, they're too fine for novice sh*t
Not me, different, he, everything contain heat
They wanna conquer my peace, they wanna cut off my feed
Kunta, Kunta, can't they [?] give me plenty rent-ey closer
And I just can't hope that it's late
I make sure some n***as ate, barely food on my plate
Besides, end that fake sh*t further, fuel the rampages
Certain self consciousness when I get up on the mic
You can determine how I fight by how I write
Do em dirty, f**k detergent, I ain't never tired
Say, where the finish line? See I'm gon' finish mine
Go against any kind, I'm a Demi-God
"PiRo Spyro, how's sh*t?" "The cycle
Mind flow, my soul, always cold but never soaked"
Commas in my sentences, got me comments for getting this
Live with the relentlessness to these rappers relenting
Say "No letting up" till I erupt
Cosmic Goro, water rust
New found energies to master, time to level up
Pressure come, 10X gravity ain't no slack in me
Adapt, it happens naturally, challenge him to my casualty
A spastic, rap-tastic mad n***a, good habits
More cabbage? More blabber, all based off no Dadda
So tragic, same n***a, same pattern, focused calories
No celery in my salary, make my people proud of me
Dad in me? Undoubtedly, now they calling the calvary
Know who I gotta be, that's the G-O-D
I'm in my seat, Allah rule, I'm on the road for it all
Vroom vroom on the dash, boy had the pack in the dashboard
Man I told ya that I'm coming in my London with no passport
Gimme your best, and then I'm past yours
Yeah yeah-yo
Lord
Eye of a tiger, flow of a geyser, uh
Demons inside him, can't let em guide him, no
We're army rising, feel like Poseidon
Don't f**k with em unless they riding, pull up beside you
See when you wanna roll to victory, uh
Ain't no chivalry, ain't sh*t for free, I hit the beats, uh
808 banging, might nod, they trembling, sent to enemy
Boy, I got kin to feed, that pretending sh*t, this the entity
I just tell em "I pull up like stop and pop" and then drop em like rock-a-bottom, uh
Rappers bit the same these days, they're too fine for novice sh*t
Not me, different, he, everything contain heat
They wanna conquer my peace, they wanna cut off my feed
Kunta, Kunta, can't they [?] give me plenty rent-ey closer
And I just can't hope that it's late
I make sure some n***as ate, barely food on my plate
Besides, end that fake sh*t further, fuel the rampages
Certain self consciousness when I get up on the mic
You can determine how I fight by how I write
Do em dirty, f**k detergent, I ain't never tired
Say, where the finish line? See I'm gon' finish mine
Go against any kind, I'm a Demi-God
"PiRo Spyro, how's sh*t?" "The cycle
Mind flow, my soul, always cold but never soaked"
Commas in my sentences, got me comments for getting this
Live with the relentlessness to these rappers relenting
Say "No letting up" till I erupt
Cosmic Goro, water rust
New found energies to master, time to level up
Pressure come, 10X gravity ain't no slack in me
Adapt, it happens naturally, challenge him to my casualty
A spastic, rap-tastic mad n***a, good habits
More cabbage? More blabber, all based off no Dadda
So tragic, same n***a, same pattern, focused calories
No celery in my salary, make my people proud of me
Dad in me? Undoubtedly, now they calling the calvary
Know who I gotta be, that's the G-O-D
I'm in my seat, Allah rule, I'm on the road for it all
Vroom vroom on the dash, boy had the pack in the dashboard
Man I told ya that I'm coming in my London with no passport
Gimme your best, and then I'm past yours
