lirik lagu novatore, a.m. early morning & johnny slash - circle of goats ii
[verse 1: a.m. early morning]
i was beefin’, now i put ’em on the same track
blue cheese, move another load, dump another pack
guns goin’ off on the block like we at the range
might switch it up a bit but i’ll never change
make a change, you can never step in my shoes
do my own stunts like i’m tom cruise
bombs goin’ off while we in the field
hard hat save your life, all them bullets real
how i feel, i sh~t up on your whole team
bandito robbin’ trains, full head of steam
ugh! only goin’ off principle
count it right in front of me so everything visual
wounds bleedin’ out, way past critical
no visual, hollows rippin’ through, that sh~t typical
hard work in the gym, i might miss a fеw
i crack your skull, yes, you and your crew
[verse 2: novatore]
let’s brеak it down to the difference found between you and i
you want to ride in the back of caddies like do or die
i want my sound to be so profound it consumes your mind
for now i want to pound you to pieces until you’re blue inside
this sh~t is brutal, if most consume it, they’re euthanized
i spit that brutal, i speak the truth and you’re scrutinized
you hit that booth and your tongue gets moving, you spewing lies
there ain’t no use disputin’, i know when moves get crucified
brutalized, refuse to die and the rules defied
i’ll make my own moves, i’m old school, i’ll let you fools decide
runnin’ with goblins and ghouls who doin’ duels with knives
droppin’ jewels to find deep in the stools where drug mules will hide leaving all of you losers neutralized, loot saved from all the booze that i refuse to buy
dues paid, consumin’ rappers when i choose to dine
you wakin’ up at noon, i’m on a zoom soon as the rooster cries
[verse 3: lord goat]
supercoven magicians! yeah!
jimmy page, the angel of coke, i’m up in old suburbans
old detergents, motorolas and beepers, we been in service
tuddy up in turtlenecks, my projects are some murder sets
we burnin’ with the coffin open, somethin’ they never heard of yet
insert a tec, you p~ssy like richard speck
k!llin’ with a hundred feds in front of bodegas with tecs
baby watsons, blood farmers demandin’ respect
sixty pounds of compressed weed stuffed in my luggage
body parts by the branson be left in the cupboard
bl~~dy prints on the wall left next to the oven
you know the stench permeates that was left by the coven
my vestibule full of goons with test tubes and mexican goons
cadavers in bathtubs, bacardi and shrooms
ain’t a party unless a body consumed, get the ozium
you recognize the corpse by the fumes walkin’ in tombs
i’m in a loft with a bad hottie, a three piece, i’m rather unique drippin’ like gene gotti
the money dance, the trunk and the clean body that’s next to mogave
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