Chase My Tail

Yeah boy
We hot and ready
Hot and steady
Breaking the walls down in this games levy
The water runs dry
The river runs by
A-Ezy, Freak on the beat
The city knows why

Critically acclaimed
Insane or sane?
They claim, to be the best in the game
I was drawn from shame
The pain made me gain, strength
I was drained
Now my main reason is not for fame, it's for change
Rearrange the brains of so many
Are you ready?
I get you thinking steady
I'm heavy
Hot and ready
She's the same
We need confetti
A penny
We ever ready
A battery of energy
It's ever me, ever her, our word is our word, tempt me
Fate or destiny
Entry, reentry, we not empty
It's tempting but I won't hide the pain
I'm honest in my name
The truth will bite anybody who decides to blame

Cutting it late
Yo we cut from great
Our souls are burning fire, turning no hate
Turning a break, turning those fakes
Turning all those tables man, leaving no grace
Chase my tail
Chase me well
Chasing this game, we're raising hell

Protection, to be elected in an election
A section, a weapon, nuclear or infection?
Chemical component's a lesson
Refreshing
I give you motivation, whilst also testing
Your souls will grow
No souls slow
Feel the movement as we glow
Need no ho, need no flow, need no do, happiness is my medicine
I'm medieval
I'm not Eminem
Ever them, ever when?
Need no friend
I'm happy in solitude
Hola you
Hola dude
I hola through
Cut down a whole few, with vomit and spew, it's true, if you don't give a shit about me then I don't give a shit about you

Cutting it late
Yo we cut from great
Our souls are burning fire, turning no hate
Turning a break, turning those fakes
Turning all those tables man, leaving no grace
Chase my tail
Chase me well
Chasing this game, we're raising hell

Let them have it
Take the moment and grab it
Let loose
Let it out true
This anger, hate and truth
Grows on me as it does you
The clue
That was untrue but how can I trust you?
If you do me
I do you
I'm the new
The future and the past
The class
Cutting grass
Ahead to past
Too fast
I'm last at last?
Climbing a mast
Exploding like a blast
I'm half of what you thought I was
That's half
A young calf, young and hard
I'm in charge
Far from far
A superstar, me and her yar
From afar
The hottest in the game, by some stretch of the imagination, yar
We're just all heart



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Evans
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