Tip Top - Exotica (feat. TipTop & Dmo)

This that exotica
Iused to rock timbo's
Guess jeans and nautica
Yes king I bless fiends with the product
I Thought up in my dome
Don't get caught up in my zone
Knowledge wisdom and understanding
Be all up In the rhymes design by iyah
You'll now walking in the line of fire
Get sparked when I'm rhyming higher
My timing flier than a Patek Philippe
Exquisite rhyme wizard how I freak the beat
What I speak be deep like elder rastas
From afar I smell impostors
Eighty fivers made me liver
They can tell I'm conscious
They yelling nonsense trying to be heard
With this bull shit I am disturbed
Still supplying the words
With rationale it's natural how my raps compiled
Could cause a backward smile I'm blacking out

So what's the word yo tell me what's the word
You can hit me on the line
You gonna get what you deserve
What's the word yo tell me what's The word

So what's the word
Young'n done got it off the curve
An these devils getting smoke like the herb
I been waiting on my turn
On my turn
The don go get what he deserve
If I said it then I'm standing on my word
That's really just how I'm living
Risk it all to try an make a difference
Dodge the jakes cause I ain't trying to see the system
When you out here pay attention
It don't take shit to be the lick
Watch your mans I ain't saying he a snitch
But negus they tend to switch
That's why I keep my circle so tight
You gotta know the rules
When you out here living that life
Negus is grimy dirty pissy an they slimy
Catch you slipping call it perfect timing
The sawed off gave em a perfect a lining
Ain't no falling off
When I got family behind me
All my life all we been doing is plotting
On how make this music Take off like a rocket once it's in
I Promised we ain't stopping
I just wake up an simply just clock in

When the house divided
And the wind blow
You feel it tenfold
Negus don't know what they in fo
For lack of info
Some people fuck wit errbody
Yea Like a nympho
I'm on some family first vibes
That's the mo
I got no time for the fakery and foolishness
If you in sync with me you know the frequency
So don't ask who is this
I do this from the get go kicko
It's not A joke
Niggas sleeping with they eyes open
They not awoke
Bad nerves keep me wit mad herb
I gotta smoke
Man of principle
Never carry it like you invincible
Shit will get tense for
You everybody clenching tools
I Write expensive jewels that sound suspenseful to
Thrill seekers and risk takers
When physical currency no longer exists
How we gonna get paper
So many clones out this bitch
I Had to switch flavors
Negus ain't playing
We praying hoping that shit save us

Written by:
Daquin Moore, Tim Lewis

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