Lordeye - Cracka' Smile
YeahSo many “goats” but all I’m hearing is sheep
Wanna “compete”, but god your pace incomplete
Patience as deep as putting babies to sleep
In a room flooded by ambience from live instrumentation
Radiation through irate I rate dog second coming of Nasir
I rhyme clear into a God tier
To shoot your shot, must you not try here
I’m talking “all that” and then some
I’m short black, and handsome
But can hand some, pride to niggas triple my size
On mics I come alive and triple my size
Within they lies, the eye just analyze
I sit back, and watch em’ kick raps
If I relapse I overlap they favorites
I spread the message round the room like it’s a special occasion with perfect cadence
The fuck I gotta prove to you
So many “goats” but all I’m hearing is uhh
Wanna compete, but god your pace incomplete
Patience as deep as putting babies to sleep
How they “elite” in fear of me they retreat
Can’t recreate it or delete it pacing back in forth I’m heated
Tryna put my feet in yo shoes nigga
My homie Dun a GAUD, and spinning shit with Pro Tools nigga
If I black out, I’ll send this black cloud on yo roof nigga
The eye your Nemesis
The thought of my demise should improvise
I snatch yo chain like “where you get that youngin’”
That bitch ain’t change, but she’ll be good for something
Until the fame a new discussion “seeking passion”
Curiously imagine rapping like I cared and I was serious god
Acting if I was serious god
These niggas delirious god
The fuck I gotta prove to you, I crack a smile
Written by:
Ronald Young
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