My bars comin through and they be eternal, I’m sittin sideways but I ain’t lean not sipping no purple I see the barriers an jump over them like it’s the olympics lyrical wizkid done the hurdles Top of the dome don’t need no journal running the scene I’m the elite call me colonel Mixing the beats with the bars like it’s gonna milk and oj it curdle I kick it in bits packs that I flip do it like ninja turtle Shaolin style the best in the while my flows too clean like persil Eyes locked on me cos I’m doing it properly they be watchin me like it’s universal
Them man are dead Them vibes are dead You said what I said Now, them lines are dead Tredding thin ice, slid my sled Caught wind, sprouted wings Knew if you got caught, you would sing What you come to bring? Hope it's not dead Never a dead drop, till I drop dead I'm tryna see the day Grime stomps Hip-Hop's head On the low like Pac's dreads
