A. Muse - BTS
Welcome to da BTS
My vision quest ain't test
Y-E-S , yes you fucking with the best
Lemme say the rest I guess
And some other shii
See
This about a curious kid
He never knew all that dumb shi
He gone did
And always breaking every rule
His parents for bid
Always breaking
But he running
Still, gunning
Yeah
Yo lemme talk to ya
Yo lemme me tell em
Yo lemme talk to ya
Yo lemme me tell em
Check it
I've been chasing this girl
She tat a frown on me
So I be down in the clouds
All ways packing the tree
But I know she go around
Find her
Buzzing like a moffucking bee!!
Tho still
I don't judge her,noI don't judge her
Cause all I do is love her,
Listen Work Out she gon play it for another
Track after track
I'm making money for my brothers
2 outa 4, 2 outa4
3/24 I was rollin up J's and feelin better for sure
Yeah feeling better for sure
Feeling better for sure
So, so
Check it
Imma take off to space right now
Gods green grass leaves me
High above the ground
Puffin, pound after pound
Around and around
We puff around
Shii, what's that sound?
Whas tha sound
Ya'll gon
Ya'll gon light up in this habitat
My compound
This is my compound
Cause I wake up in
Wha shu wake up in?
Wake up in the lab, we play at!
And only spit the fucking real!
To dose that wanna hear that
Flower got me fill, like momas meal
5 a day, Q on Friday
Wassa deal?
YO WASSA DEAL!
Smoking out the bullet and the kettle
From the the steal
From tha steal!
Yeah, find me, just
Smoking out the bullet and the kettle
From the steal
On the real, thas how we feel
Yeah, but
We got that cottonmouth type shi
Issa a drought type shi
I'll take a bite
I'll take a
Wha, Wha, Wha
I'll take a bite out of my apple
To hear the crackle pop
Of the snapple, don't stop
Tick-Tock, call me disc-jock
When I rock the mic, Goddamn!
After I light my spliff every Friday night
Can only fly so high, despite my appetite
And I got ropes, holdin me down
Like a kite
But I'm alright, I'm alright yeah, yeah
Find me
Rhyming in my red and black
I never delay, what I spray
Everyday, shii can I get a way back
Far away, Far away, Far
Lord can I get away
Way back, way back
To the riggity rap you know is shameless
In my habitat I cut tracks aim-less
Hey Mss. Stutter flow high
With this low-town vibe
I've said it once, I'll say it again
YES WE ALIVE
I'll call Busta Rhyme to check Bonita
Q-Tip and tribe so please step aside
This is 93 bars and running I'm gunning
No talk white chalk, a dolla a dozen
Then all of a sudden, she giving me loving
Y'all know I'aint bluffin
They pushen my buttons
Pushen my buttons
Yo!
Baby I've been thinking
Honey don't be trippin
You sippin tha bubbly
Under my covers
Your pussy purr like a kitten
No stoppin me now
My book was already written!
So
Take it back
Rewind to little A
Lil me
Ten years ago
I was watching Mickey
Now I can't stop puffin
On tha sticky icky
And waiting for my girl
To give my twins a liky!
Shi issa long wait
Yo
It's crazy how time fly's
From my eyes
I've told all to many lies
For the prize
And only closer, to my demise
Only closer
Only closer
We getting older by the second
No one checkin
Yet, I've been learning lessons
No, They don't feel my presence
I leave my essence
Keep on steppin till I get to heaven
Lord knows I got confessions
With way, to much aggression
Always testing questions
My depression give me no progression
But please, no more questions
Until I
Catch a beat build a bridge
Santa Cruz bombin ridge
You know I got it, Wha it is?
Zou know I got it, Wha it is?
Reload an AK-47
Gun game in my crib
She got me
Runnin in the dark
Just to dig up in her rib
Just to dig up in her!
You know I got it, Wha it is?
Yeah
You know I got it, Wha it is?
Yeah
You know I got it, Wha it is?
Is, Is, Is, Is
Is, Is, Is-Is
Desire for lust I think I must
I can't wait and rust
Tho I can never trust cause
I'm gettin too slick for your childish tricks
Then when we talk it's always
T-T Time goes quick
Now I've been saying call me when you need
Selfish little BITCH is all about the greed
It don't matter the creed
You ain't my type nor my breed
Ain't my type, Fuck all tha HYPE
Fuck all the hype
Na shi gon bring you back
But then I look and see
Promote too for your eyes
Fakes and phonies I despise
Lettem tell there fucking lies
They can drop like flies
Be Advised!
Yeah
Be Advised I'm saying
Fuck all the scum In desquise
Yeah, find me singin
I'll
Be Advised
Keep my beats on my EARS
Untill they give me a CHEERS
No matter the YEARS
Find me shiftin up GEARS
Yo Now!
I pour my drank, sip an move SLOW
But How!
Can she cry like she know
Tho still, when I grove my flow
Cash gon grow, pass the blow
And let the green grass GLOW
Smoke be pumpin your lungs
Way down BELOW
Hey! Please, Tip-Toe, Moma don't know
Cause if she did, she be screaming!
HELL NO!
Understand
I wake up in the same repetition
They keep me
Seeing everybody stayin on a mission
And my bars hit your ears like
TRAPIN-NUTRITION, nigga
Lord knows, I've been wishin
To see my lyrical vision
In a brand new edition
Foot down, turn ignition
AIN'T NO DEFINITION
OF SUBMISSION!
Now inflict the composition
In addition listen,
Like I said I've been wishin
Needa
Better position
For my musical condition
Breakin bread wit my kin
I call tha tradition, and
Imma make it no doubt
Kill tha competition
Baby
Yo
You know it's all REPETITION
Yeah, is all repetition
WHO? WHO?
But they gon come a day
Last day on here
And when I die
I wanna make it to heavan
Like I catch my FLIGHT
And when I get my denero
I be far outa SIGHT
And we be stacking tha broccoli
To tha perfect HEIGHT
And all I hear is PROVOCATIVE
And I don't, BITE
A little more in my cup
Now can you turn of the LIGHTS
Please
Thank ya'll for listenin
BTS type shii
This is, this the proda
22 True Verse
Love ya'll
J.A.W 9 productions
Muse Music
Ya mean
No Smoke, Please Drop Off Here
Nate is there some other shit you wanted to say?
Written by:
Anthony Wagner
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