lirik lagu vince the messenger - flex 3000
[verse]
woke up pretty early taste of blood in my mouth
i’m out the door with my shorty, after spitting it out
i ain’t brush my t–th, pop a tic-tac, its pretty sweet that
pale denim sliced contrast with the knee cap
motivated still, by the grungy motherf-ckers
who surfaced out from gutters, ran with something cause they loved it
turning nothings into somethings, you still act like you above it
you ain’t never been as low as where you learning something from it
these are raps from out dungeon, came to slay the dragon
prepare to feel a flow loose like pants that fit aladdin
you are softer than some satin, beware of the -ss-ssin
he hunting for the weak on which he deal batch of damage
you can’t handle it all, you ain’t found if you lost
i won’t count on a cross, i sense your prophet is false
i know it ain’t no ones fault, but have you gave it some thought
the answers probably not, that only thickens the plot
and pot bubbles, please don’t let it boil over
no use wasting tears steady crying on the coldest shoulder
cheese scented, know my pockets holding dairy odour
meditative thoughts make me levitate like master yoda
the force is strong with this one, a psychoactive vision
your luck is nonexistent, you stupid with superst-tion
compelling and he gifted, most his clothes you know he thrifted
moses flow through open waters, pocket gold from sand he sifted
the speech like venom innit, heart and soul that sh-t cemented
better know that word is bond so if i said it then i meant it
leave you pessimistic, with these raps as fresh as spinach
eyes popping, i deliver and you get the message
clean finish, like i’m l!cking the plate
dna lack b-tch, want beef i serve steak
get your earth quacked quickly, skull spun like frisbee
if the funds don’t come, then they must not get me
i’m ill, parasitic, like it’s rotting the flesh
but within the same breath staying lemony fresh
type to scream f-ck 12, till’ i’m meeting my death
and if that day come soon, know that h-ll will be blessed
yes
you in the presence of peasants
guess it’s the essence of adolescence the way i’m protesting
must got me f-cked up
fist balled, cause anyone getting roughed up
watch how you move in my den son, get lunch rushed
respect get earned round here
if you thinking you cold, get burned round here
please
respect get earned round here
if you thinking you cold, get burned round here
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