Silva's Room
This gotta make it on the album
Looks like I'm going into overtime
I'm ready to cross the line
On any opposing mine
It's game time when I spit a rhyme
Open my head and come into mind
Cop a dime
No Smokey mirrors
Seeing clearer than I ever visioned
You fly planes, I fly pigeon
Your pedal on metal floors
Left you with No gas in your engine
Part of me get it though
You running your bill up, that is electrical
I'm heating the field up, feel it from earths core
You flipping cause you cold
Im flipping like parkour, Landing professional
This is the build up, wait for the mass tour
In middle of sea stuck, that's what you ask for
You catching a fever, this is your last storm
Mr Bunyan, you a real corn
fucking yourself over, that is a real porn
That's probably too real for em yea
Allegory
Win or lose
That's a story
Not a worry
In the mood
Silva Room
Night til Morning
See the signs
Pick up the calling
Seed the Soil in
Heat of the moment
Yea
Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment
Allegory
Win or lose
That's a story
Not a worry
In the mood
Silva Room
Night til Morning
See the signs
Pick up the calling
Seed the Soil in
Heat of the moment
YEA Yea
Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment
The message is clear
Niggas won't like what they hear
Better cut off both your ears
Tap into your fear
I am not one of these kids
I'm putting out more than i get, aye
Take your step cuz i'm bout to shoot
Great Dane, Marmaduke
I'm running thangs, you stuck in room
I'm big and bang, it's just the truth
I guess i should switch it up
Shorty tell me some
You wanna give chase but you barely run
You folded in place like a pack of gum
Heh, yeah yeah
Said me and my niggas be counting the digits
It's all repetition no matter the distance
Stay true to the system
Stay true to the mission
Just juggled the sentences, yeah
Yea
ugh yea
Every time I get it they be fucking with a nigga
Every Every time I spit it they be fucking with me, fucking with me
Everytime I get it they be fucking with a nigga
Every Every time I spit it they be fucking with me, fucking with me
Every time I spit it
They be
They be
Every Every time I get it
They be
They be
Yea
Allegory
Win or lose
That's a story
Not a worry
In the mood
Silva Room
Night til Morning
See the signs
Pick up the calling
Seed the Soil in
Heat of the moment
Yea
Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment
Allegory
Win or lose
That's a story
Not a worry
In the mood
Silva Room
Night til Morning
See the signs
Pick up the calling
Seed the Soil in
Heat of the moment
Yea yea
Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment
Looks like I'm going into overtime
I'm ready to cross the line
On any opposing mine
It's game time when I spit a rhyme
Open my head and come into mind
Cop a dime
No Smokey mirrors
Seeing clearer than I ever visioned
You fly planes, I fly pigeon
Your pedal on metal floors
Left you with No gas in your engine
Part of me get it though
You running your bill up, that is electrical
I'm heating the field up, feel it from earths core
You flipping cause you cold
Im flipping like parkour, Landing professional
This is the build up, wait for the mass tour
In middle of sea stuck, that's what you ask for
You catching a fever, this is your last storm
Mr Bunyan, you a real corn
fucking yourself over, that is a real porn
That's probably too real for em yea
Allegory
Win or lose
That's a story
Not a worry
In the mood
Silva Room
Night til Morning
See the signs
Pick up the calling
Seed the Soil in
Heat of the moment
Yea
Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment
Allegory
Win or lose
That's a story
Not a worry
In the mood
Silva Room
Night til Morning
See the signs
Pick up the calling
Seed the Soil in
Heat of the moment
YEA Yea
Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment
The message is clear
Niggas won't like what they hear
Better cut off both your ears
Tap into your fear
I am not one of these kids
I'm putting out more than i get, aye
Take your step cuz i'm bout to shoot
Great Dane, Marmaduke
I'm running thangs, you stuck in room
I'm big and bang, it's just the truth
I guess i should switch it up
Shorty tell me some
You wanna give chase but you barely run
You folded in place like a pack of gum
Heh, yeah yeah
Said me and my niggas be counting the digits
It's all repetition no matter the distance
Stay true to the system
Stay true to the mission
Just juggled the sentences, yeah
Yea
ugh yea
Every time I get it they be fucking with a nigga
Every Every time I spit it they be fucking with me, fucking with me
Everytime I get it they be fucking with a nigga
Every Every time I spit it they be fucking with me, fucking with me
Every time I spit it
They be
They be
Every Every time I get it
They be
They be
Yea
Allegory
Win or lose
That's a story
Not a worry
In the mood
Silva Room
Night til Morning
See the signs
Pick up the calling
Seed the Soil in
Heat of the moment
Yea
Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment
Allegory
Win or lose
That's a story
Not a worry
In the mood
Silva Room
Night til Morning
See the signs
Pick up the calling
Seed the Soil in
Heat of the moment
Yea yea
Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment
Credits
Writer(s): Nile Walker
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