Aztec Flow - Vertigo
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{Verse 1} Atahan
You know me well enough
That when I get pushed imma hit them bars
But I found out that they fake
Like that Nicki Minajs arse
I spotted them out like a red dot on their foreheads
Im like sonic the hedgehog
One flash of light and your dead
A Bigfoot lookalike
Leave him sinking like his a davy jones
And 80 clones, won't be able to take him home
So Ali g had get some butter
Called Borat to take bruno to mars
Who knows
His pen touched paper but nothing went thru tho,
He don’t matter like Pluto, shards
This bodybag hidden like Cluedo (huh?)
He needed a check by reality
I dare em to battle me
Step up to the plate, and ill make his mama be proud of me
Im the new kid on the block now, I bully these fakes aye
Don’t make man go back to my old-ways
I can do this all day
All this hype got him throwing up
His weave too tight need sowing up
On god I hope he showing up
And I heard his homeboy been hoeing up
Fuckin’ hell, I couldn’t help myself
I took a shot almost burned myself
But we made it clique and it went bang
Thats when you know it ain’t bout myself
So they thinking that they hard
But won't back it up bars
And they looking like Bashar
Yet still dunno who they are
And they wanna stomp the yard
But they all bark and no bite
Us underdogs will never die
Saw his girl and I broke the ice
Wait, Tec its about that time
Gotta finish him quick imma Mortal Kombat it
What happen to them when we caught em napping
What happen to them when they sold their souls
That is the meaning of Vertigo Syndrome
{Chorus}
Vertigo
Vertigo
Vertigo
Vertigo
{Verse 2} Aztec Flow
You over here thinking your stacking dollars bruh w/ that small ass Gucci purse
Your girl over here screaming “Oh God” like she had a demon exercised in a church
Like damn, Call the preacher
Take this L, nice to meet ya
Heard your trash, caught a seizure
Talk like the king but you only on features
Like damn
Or you drop a teaser
Or you think your pockets fat like Ebenezer
Ima asshole like Dirty Harry
Yous bad at everything like Tyler Perry
Like woah, left on read
Confused as fuck like Bill and Ted
Yo face look like an Ewark
Let yo bitch talk, like please stop
And you tried to raise the stakes
But forgot to bring the bar
Like Nixon w/ the tapes
You got caught w/ your hand in the jar
Like Pablo running arms, ya
Capone without the scars, uh
Sinatra in the palms
But you ain’t them, you ain’t living large ay
Yo stupid ass sounds like.. (I can’t say that)
Mixed with the fact you have no yay
And that you ain’t from where you claim
You Bobby Hill a let down on both days
Like God Damn
Ma fuckers feeling butt hurt
You Moe Szyslak but much worse
Sound like Ja Ja with that verse
You need a bandage for that burn
Ay, yo, ay, yo
Need a bandage for that burn
Now the tables have turned
Ay, ay
Yo guess we up next, Ata said we finna flex, we Raw we in the flesh, like ay
{Chorus}
Vertigo
Vertigo
Vertigo
Vertigo
{Verse 3} Echo The Don
Popping bottles, the boys out here go full throttle
Imma show you theres no tomorrow, the time you have must be borrowed
I will kill you, but I didn’t want the dirt on my hands
Curtain and fans, you hurt little man?
Church in the back
Your purse ain’t a bag
Bring a hurst for the fallacies
Throw them in the Hudson
Y’all the same, y’all a dime a dozen
I can spit about anything, everything
And it would come across like its nothing
Super soaked man I come for the pumping
This shit is dope, better run for the public
Mistletoe, any girls that be coming
Miss the flow and ill hurl in his bombing
You didn’t know me like that
Three amigos with the homies on track
Let the weed go, bless the trio
I see the three yo, stunting I’m whack
Let me come in like my singles could
Fly the flytrap up Inglewood
Hahahaha get it?
All of you jumping up in a pink, shirt
Punching the nose of the sphinx, hurt
Imma leave em like some C’s, dirt
Calling me Skepta you getting, murked
Specify, mystify, spiritual, lyrical
Emotional drinking and tearful
Fearful, raging and aging in stages
Knocking em out of the bases
Choke him, no oxygen to the brain
Mic check one too man I go insane
Team full of vets you crack soldiers
Y’all fucking bad watch your back focus
Try battling bars, imma Chris Brown Rihanna’s maybe that’ll be my start
Talking about a murk, but it ain’t about a car
Y’all need cheques, reality - heres my card
{Chorus}
Vertigo
Vertigo
Vertigo
Vertigo
{Verse 1} Atahan
You know me well enough
That when I get pushed imma hit them bars
But I found out that they fake
Like that Nicki Minajs arse
I spotted them out like a red dot on their foreheads
Im like sonic the hedgehog
One flash of light and your dead
A Bigfoot lookalike
Leave him sinking like his a davy jones
And 80 clones, won't be able to take him home
So Ali g had get some butter
Called Borat to take bruno to mars
Who knows
His pen touched paper but nothing went thru tho,
He don’t matter like Pluto, shards
This bodybag hidden like Cluedo (huh?)
He needed a check by reality
I dare em to battle me
Step up to the plate, and ill make his mama be proud of me
Im the new kid on the block now, I bully these fakes aye
Don’t make man go back to my old-ways
I can do this all day
All this hype got him throwing up
His weave too tight need sowing up
On god I hope he showing up
And I heard his homeboy been hoeing up
Fuckin’ hell, I couldn’t help myself
I took a shot almost burned myself
But we made it clique and it went bang
Thats when you know it ain’t bout myself
So they thinking that they hard
But won't back it up bars
And they looking like Bashar
Yet still dunno who they are
And they wanna stomp the yard
But they all bark and no bite
Us underdogs will never die
Saw his girl and I broke the ice
Wait, Tec its about that time
Gotta finish him quick imma Mortal Kombat it
What happen to them when we caught em napping
What happen to them when they sold their souls
That is the meaning of Vertigo Syndrome
{Chorus}
Vertigo
Vertigo
Vertigo
Vertigo
{Verse 2} Aztec Flow
You over here thinking your stacking dollars bruh w/ that small ass Gucci purse
Your girl over here screaming “Oh God” like she had a demon exercised in a church
Like damn, Call the preacher
Take this L, nice to meet ya
Heard your trash, caught a seizure
Talk like the king but you only on features
Like damn
Or you drop a teaser
Or you think your pockets fat like Ebenezer
Ima asshole like Dirty Harry
Yous bad at everything like Tyler Perry
Like woah, left on read
Confused as fuck like Bill and Ted
Yo face look like an Ewark
Let yo bitch talk, like please stop
And you tried to raise the stakes
But forgot to bring the bar
Like Nixon w/ the tapes
You got caught w/ your hand in the jar
Like Pablo running arms, ya
Capone without the scars, uh
Sinatra in the palms
But you ain’t them, you ain’t living large ay
Yo stupid ass sounds like.. (I can’t say that)
Mixed with the fact you have no yay
And that you ain’t from where you claim
You Bobby Hill a let down on both days
Like God Damn
Ma fuckers feeling butt hurt
You Moe Szyslak but much worse
Sound like Ja Ja with that verse
You need a bandage for that burn
Ay, yo, ay, yo
Need a bandage for that burn
Now the tables have turned
Ay, ay
Yo guess we up next, Ata said we finna flex, we Raw we in the flesh, like ay
{Chorus}
Vertigo
Vertigo
Vertigo
Vertigo
{Verse 3} Echo The Don
Popping bottles, the boys out here go full throttle
Imma show you theres no tomorrow, the time you have must be borrowed
I will kill you, but I didn’t want the dirt on my hands
Curtain and fans, you hurt little man?
Church in the back
Your purse ain’t a bag
Bring a hurst for the fallacies
Throw them in the Hudson
Y’all the same, y’all a dime a dozen
I can spit about anything, everything
And it would come across like its nothing
Super soaked man I come for the pumping
This shit is dope, better run for the public
Mistletoe, any girls that be coming
Miss the flow and ill hurl in his bombing
You didn’t know me like that
Three amigos with the homies on track
Let the weed go, bless the trio
I see the three yo, stunting I’m whack
Let me come in like my singles could
Fly the flytrap up Inglewood
Hahahaha get it?
All of you jumping up in a pink, shirt
Punching the nose of the sphinx, hurt
Imma leave em like some C’s, dirt
Calling me Skepta you getting, murked
Specify, mystify, spiritual, lyrical
Emotional drinking and tearful
Fearful, raging and aging in stages
Knocking em out of the bases
Choke him, no oxygen to the brain
Mic check one too man I go insane
Team full of vets you crack soldiers
Y’all fucking bad watch your back focus
Try battling bars, imma Chris Brown Rihanna’s maybe that’ll be my start
Talking about a murk, but it ain’t about a car
Y’all need cheques, reality - heres my card
{Chorus}
Vertigo
Vertigo
Vertigo
Vertigo
