Capricorn
Spoke to Ayatollahs
From an eye level
From a place where they decapitate for
Five shekels
(Life is cheap)
We give props to the pioneers
They did the work
While the execs get the lion's share
They catching up now
The real ones were tapping in
While they was at the parties
I was at the gym
Burning glycogen
My body fat is 5%
Resilient like the body bags
I put rappers in
Smoking packs I don't even smoke
(I don't)
Friends start to laugh
I don't even joke
Made the mood spooky
I don't even believe in ghosts
How you rock expensive jewelry
When your people broke
(Explain)
Finish one book
Read another book
Tell me how it feels
When the shoe's on the
Other foot
(How it feel)
Never judge a book by its cover
All we do is eat
And look out for each other
That's it
What you doing?
The city's littered
With cadavres and flies
So normal
We don't stop when
We be passing em by (nah)
Numbers on our screen
Flash by we click "likes"
Living so fast
Fuck around and miss life
Attention traps
Focused on our dislikes
Shit I love
Don't hit the spot no more
The shit's light
Sometimes I feel I can't do
Shit right (damn)
Hit the putter straight
The ball hit a hill and slid right
Everything got price
Even when you sit still
Trying to carry the message
Like the son of Ishmael
Bismill(ah) never lie
They be shills for the other guys
Culture out of wack
But you get killed if you
Criticize turn a fan on
I'm a die on the hill that stand on
Motherfuckers rather die
Than try to put their man on
And you wonder why the game
Is fucked
You be paying your life
If your trying to blame the plug
So I tell em
Fuck the small talk
Give me the practical news
And nah I don't share
Those dumb magical views
What I'm telling yall is fact
Actual truth
I bring the evidence
And maximum proof
Fuck the small talk
Give me the practical news
And nah I don't share
Those dumb magical views
What I'm telling yall is fact
Actual truth
I bring the evidence
And maximum proof
So fuck your rap list
Cause I'm the nicest you know
Motherfuckers bump
My album then they tighten the flow
Them bars sound alright
But what you writing em for?
You might have put some heart in it
But it's light with the soul
I ain't trying to peddle bullshit
I'm trying to grow
The industry will blast you
For acting like an adult
Butter you up
Before you know it
They slicing your throat
From hype to broke
Used to be the life of the show
From an eye level
From a place where they decapitate for
Five shekels
(Life is cheap)
We give props to the pioneers
They did the work
While the execs get the lion's share
They catching up now
The real ones were tapping in
While they was at the parties
I was at the gym
Burning glycogen
My body fat is 5%
Resilient like the body bags
I put rappers in
Smoking packs I don't even smoke
(I don't)
Friends start to laugh
I don't even joke
Made the mood spooky
I don't even believe in ghosts
How you rock expensive jewelry
When your people broke
(Explain)
Finish one book
Read another book
Tell me how it feels
When the shoe's on the
Other foot
(How it feel)
Never judge a book by its cover
All we do is eat
And look out for each other
That's it
What you doing?
The city's littered
With cadavres and flies
So normal
We don't stop when
We be passing em by (nah)
Numbers on our screen
Flash by we click "likes"
Living so fast
Fuck around and miss life
Attention traps
Focused on our dislikes
Shit I love
Don't hit the spot no more
The shit's light
Sometimes I feel I can't do
Shit right (damn)
Hit the putter straight
The ball hit a hill and slid right
Everything got price
Even when you sit still
Trying to carry the message
Like the son of Ishmael
Bismill(ah) never lie
They be shills for the other guys
Culture out of wack
But you get killed if you
Criticize turn a fan on
I'm a die on the hill that stand on
Motherfuckers rather die
Than try to put their man on
And you wonder why the game
Is fucked
You be paying your life
If your trying to blame the plug
So I tell em
Fuck the small talk
Give me the practical news
And nah I don't share
Those dumb magical views
What I'm telling yall is fact
Actual truth
I bring the evidence
And maximum proof
Fuck the small talk
Give me the practical news
And nah I don't share
Those dumb magical views
What I'm telling yall is fact
Actual truth
I bring the evidence
And maximum proof
So fuck your rap list
Cause I'm the nicest you know
Motherfuckers bump
My album then they tighten the flow
Them bars sound alright
But what you writing em for?
You might have put some heart in it
But it's light with the soul
I ain't trying to peddle bullshit
I'm trying to grow
The industry will blast you
For acting like an adult
Butter you up
Before you know it
They slicing your throat
From hype to broke
Used to be the life of the show
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Writer(s): Karim Bourhane
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