If you sleep, you may die Forward is the motion, no need for brake lines
Squeeze the competition like grapes to make wine
I've been taking risks like fuck the safe side
Nothing overnight, success may take time Up the bench like, well, what you say, why?
When it come to bring your oppa mate, why?
Rather be greater, most graced, than a king over adamant states
Here comes the five -foot -eleven king over all the midgets
It's what you call handling your business And this is why shit is mediocre
It be these greedy jokers needing hope
Cause they be cheating, being vultures to a bleeding culture
A lion don't care what has already died
They like to hunt it with seraphim as they feel triumph
But the small -minded giant found the loophole
They praise his name, shame, you really know the truth, though
The wizard has no magic behind, it's just a man
When folks find out, then they abandoning your ass
Throwing bricks at the altar, now they wanna assault you
Because it seems big will was really little water
The frog could be the death of you, all of that revenue
OGs told me lying on your dick is what you never do
And you could talk your way in with that over -conversation
But in the end, you weaken all the bonds you be making
I just say that if you sleep, you may die
Forward is the motion, I'll be the red light
Squeeze the competition like grapes to make wine
I've been taking risks, life off the safe side
Nothing overnight, success may take time
Off the baseline, but what to say, why?
When it come to putting your oppa mate, why?
Rather be greater, most graced, than a king over adamant states
Turn a blind eye on your enemy, watch closely
The clones come together when the smoke screams
Draw strings, guitars in arms, shrinking snake charms
Breaking every effort to detect and reject it
It's a 5 '9 giant in chucks, spin the record record
Sharpen the lines in the bush section
Watching glam hop niggas from the trees
Till they slam, crash, then break, bash
See this cash flow is everything around laying niggas
They hanging by the chains in a car made of glitter
Death is never here to win, win the whispers
Enough felt the spirit of the Lord when it enters
Draw swords on pretenders, slice and splice
More faith in your prince than Christ
But it's alright
This gold drill's a gig, cavity chained
Sucking on American reality
This reality may die
For when it's the motion, I'll be the red light
Squeeze the competition like grapes to make wine
I've been taking risks, life off the safe side
Nothing overnight, success may take time
Off the baseline, but what to say, why?
When it come to play, I'm on my way, why?
About to be free, I'm on space
Then it came over, I don't stay small
Don't let me draft this and blast it to the masses
They'd rather burn the game so they can rule over the ashes
The flagposts and the empty vastness
Truth in the dust while I'm on that wax ship
Self -fellowship, I'm with your madness
I gotta ask this, who's your tactician?
The many devils on both sides, a bad system
Your little god, missing bone mines
It's embedded in the rhyme, help to get you back
On your proper grind, it's official
You saw the pop emcees all fizzle
Anytime you spit a missile, whistling past their ear gristle
Heating up your soft tissue, what I call within the air shot
But fear not, we cool them off with your teardrops
Picture the slaves being happy by the share crop
Renaming the game, present it as a fair shot
Celebrating like they even a score
Ain't won the battle, never mind winning the war, I'm saying
