Saeg - In My Bag (feat. Burn The Saeg)

When I say I'll carve your face I ain't being facetious
Mind in pieces
But it's sharp
Can hide yo bitch heart
So deep in my creases
When I walk
She bend like telekinesis
No science fiction
I'm fixing science
I am the thesis
You are the fetus
Pull out when I'm squeezing
You can't believe in
GOD when you meet him
Actions come before reason
That's they never see the meaning
Took steps to proceed them
They not up to speed
I'm exceeding
Everything I thought I'd be
And everything that they've been dreaming In my bag

Bitch I'm in my bag
Bitch I'm in my bag
Bitch I'm in my bag
Bitch I'm in my bag
Where you at
Where you at
Bitch I'm in my bag
Where you at
Where you at
Bitch I'm in my bag
Where you at
Where you at
Lil bitch I'm in my bag

This is Hov in 97
And Nas in Illmatic
Wayne lighting matches
Leaving the pad it's
Padded from here
From floor to the attic
They call you crazy
When you believing magic
They can't seem to grasp it
Which makes it harder
For them to see the larger
Picture I'm the closest
Father figure a scripture could ever give ya
Until their late departure
I'm the boy who lived
No Harry Potter
Lightning fast
Never waste time
Cuz that's all I have
Fight to laugh
Bring it your ears
Tyson jab
Different class
Our paper never clash
We had different teachers
I got a bigger staff
When I'm a leader
She just going to the store
And my back
Got the type of grip
That crush ya soul in half

Bitch I'm in my bag
Bitch I'm in my bag
Bitch I'm in my bag
Bitch I'm in my bag
Where you at
Where you at
Bitch I'm in my bag
Where you at
Where you at
Bitch I'm in my bag
Where you at
Where you at
Lil bitch I'm in my bag

Don't ask me where I get my inspiration If you didn't know
I'm a God
Check where you get your information
I'm the source anything short of course Is not worthy of discourse
To understand the movement
You gotta get closer to the core
But if you're too brittle or coarse
Then might just end up scorched
Everything is mathematics
You're have trouble keeping score
They keep thinking automatics
Help them even out the board
Til their bodies fall faster
Than their bullets hit the floor
What a shame
No matter where I go people dying
Sometimes I really wonder
What's the point in trying
To survive through all this
The pressure I'm applying
Then remember
Everything's in perfect timing

Bitch I'm in my bag
Yup I'm in my shit
Yup I'm in my shit
Bitch I'm in my bag

Written by:
Alfred Chester

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