Can’t You See?

Lyrics
Hook Verse 1: Concentrate, meditate, you can't penetrate You pre ejaculate, youre too eager, too bait Brehs blow your head off like toupe Every new day brings bad news and new pain Yout's new to the game, theyre not playing games Strip man like Rick James, lick shots, rip through your rib cage, tss-tss Living in these sick days, its sick mate, tss-tss Escape to J.A, bathin in the sun rays, soaking in the heat wave Know im a dead man if i stay in the East maze Where brehs tuck tools in their waste, 'fore they leave their gates Its not a joke i know blokes who got hand grenades Man will lie awake, thinking of ways to take your life away Night or day, brehs getting popped over air say like air play Jack air planes, invade your air wave Terra firm, terror ways, brehs get interrogate Man try imitiate,get initimdate, blood your whole flex is ? Kindap an hombre, bitch slap his compadre Brehs can't fuck with flows that excellente Exquisite word play like pharoah monche, on some road rage like O.J, tearing down the motorway, draw gear, accelerate Switch lanes, over take, its fucking over mate... Hook ( Samples) Nas Sample from Album Verse 2: Fuck the Long Talk, guns bought, boras and choppas at the front door, once more K-lash returns for the encore, prepare for the onslaught,( yea) When their in Angleterre, youre on tour Your chiefs never seen war Im C4, blud your 64 commodore Take two draws and get lift off my G-force Your soul shiver when the grim come to reap yours Get exposed like buff batty in petite draws So speak yours or forever hold your peace and prepare for the street wars I live by the laws of.. cause and effect So best, pause for the thought or get four to the head Cause i murder the verse, hurt you with words worser than desert eagles that burst Some words are gonna leave you in hearse ? Heard your scheming with demons of work While im seeking to the find the deepest of deepest meaning on earth Terra firm team will emerge Like a? That attract, beanies and birds, in the back Believe my words, with the minimum words, we're back at hers billing the herbs and shes feeling the urge, and youre feeling the fucking flows
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Credits
- Writers
- Klashnekoff