作词 : Tek | |
作曲 : IOTA/Tek/Edo Lee | |
[Verse 1] | |
I hit the track propelling | |
I came up off the thruster late, impact with something | |
The traction coming, I felt already | |
I came up off of Native Tongues and Makavelli | |
I came up off of dirty south and Soulaquari- | |
I made my route encrusted it, entrusted it | |
All roads fed into the bar code, ok | |
Al-most fled into the dark, I docked, I didn’t | |
Talk, listen | |
Had to dust a bit | |
Had to conservate it, I’m at the precipice | |
I came up off of do your shit don’t bitch about it | |
I came up off of money tight don’t **** around with | |
I came up after truants | |
I cannot hack the Rubik’s | |
I came up out the rubrics that you cut up out of | |
I can’t amount to record you could trust in, I could maintain- | |
I could maintain through the clutches of it | |
[Verse 2] | |
Bargain I been buckled to the fact it’s like | |
I came up off Cartesian ways of looking bout it | |
Targeted I tussle with the tact about it | |
I came off of Kubrick, off of Asimov, induct it | |
Mainstay my old soul's injunction | |
Maintain I don’t hold your namesake in same stakes | |
Debunk all that, uncharted, claim staking shit | |
One tried that painstaking lunge toward that, ain’t take it | |
**** that, the cortisol you pump at | |
I quartered off my history, you couldn’t snuff at | |
Who took the hit? you took affront at | |
Wouldn’t rebuff that, I let you contemplate it | |
I hit my register different, I hitch to my notations | |
I switch to monochrome, I slit my time and patience | |
Swish the Molotov | |
Sift through minor cases, sit through all your talk | |
I came up off of black boy impediment | |
I came up off of | |
You don’t know yourself so let me annotate it |
zuo ci : Tek | |
zuo qu : IOTA Tek Edo Lee | |
Verse 1 | |
I hit the track propelling | |
I came up off the thruster late, impact with something | |
The traction coming, I felt already | |
I came up off of Native Tongues and Makavelli | |
I came up off of dirty south and Soulaquari | |
I made my route encrusted it, entrusted it | |
All roads fed into the bar code, ok | |
Almost fled into the dark, I docked, I didn' t | |
Talk, listen | |
Had to dust a bit | |
Had to conservate it, I' m at the precipice | |
I came up off of do your shit don' t bitch about it | |
I came up off of money tight don' t around with | |
I came up after truants | |
I cannot hack the Rubik' s | |
I came up out the rubrics that you cut up out of | |
I can' t amount to record you could trust in, I could maintain | |
I could maintain through the clutches of it | |
Verse 2 | |
Bargain I been buckled to the fact it' s like | |
I came up off Cartesian ways of looking bout it | |
Targeted I tussle with the tact about it | |
I came off of Kubrick, off of Asimov, induct it | |
Mainstay my old soul' s injunction | |
Maintain I don' t hold your namesake in same stakes | |
Debunk all that, uncharted, claim staking shit | |
One tried that painstaking lunge toward that, ain' t take it | |
that, the cortisol you pump at | |
I quartered off my history, you couldn' t snuff at | |
Who took the hit? you took affront at | |
Wouldn' t rebuff that, I let you contemplate it | |
I hit my register different, I hitch to my notations | |
I switch to monochrome, I slit my time and patience | |
Swish the Molotov | |
Sift through minor cases, sit through all your talk | |
I came up off of black boy impediment | |
I came up off of | |
You don' t know yourself so let me annotate it |
zuò cí : Tek | |
zuò qǔ : IOTA Tek Edo Lee | |
Verse 1 | |
I hit the track propelling | |
I came up off the thruster late, impact with something | |
The traction coming, I felt already | |
I came up off of Native Tongues and Makavelli | |
I came up off of dirty south and Soulaquari | |
I made my route encrusted it, entrusted it | |
All roads fed into the bar code, ok | |
Almost fled into the dark, I docked, I didn' t | |
Talk, listen | |
Had to dust a bit | |
Had to conservate it, I' m at the precipice | |
I came up off of do your shit don' t bitch about it | |
I came up off of money tight don' t around with | |
I came up after truants | |
I cannot hack the Rubik' s | |
I came up out the rubrics that you cut up out of | |
I can' t amount to record you could trust in, I could maintain | |
I could maintain through the clutches of it | |
Verse 2 | |
Bargain I been buckled to the fact it' s like | |
I came up off Cartesian ways of looking bout it | |
Targeted I tussle with the tact about it | |
I came off of Kubrick, off of Asimov, induct it | |
Mainstay my old soul' s injunction | |
Maintain I don' t hold your namesake in same stakes | |
Debunk all that, uncharted, claim staking shit | |
One tried that painstaking lunge toward that, ain' t take it | |
that, the cortisol you pump at | |
I quartered off my history, you couldn' t snuff at | |
Who took the hit? you took affront at | |
Wouldn' t rebuff that, I let you contemplate it | |
I hit my register different, I hitch to my notations | |
I switch to monochrome, I slit my time and patience | |
Swish the Molotov | |
Sift through minor cases, sit through all your talk | |
I came up off of black boy impediment | |
I came up off of | |
You don' t know yourself so let me annotate it |