MESSIAH! (Rapper) - Silent heel
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{Intro: Ovrkast.}
Yeah, listen, check, wait
{Verse 1: Ovrkast.}
Yo, my brother off them leaves, coughing
No mask wearing, see he ready for a sneeze often
Wipe your nose (?...) your head at where your feet
I can’t look ‘em in the eyes for too long
He too long gone for me to get him back to (?...)
He Tushan Paul, hot as big as Titi Tucson
And I can’t give him this lil’ light of mine
Brodie wasn’t taking that payment
If it was dotted line, he handing cash only
Fitted mags, fitted trash bags and gas on me
See he finna crash and he’ll get to spazzin’
If I call him on this phone
No Instagram, but he fit fifty grams into his coat
He been a fan of mе, he busy fanning out the dough
Yeah, thе ban man with hands hanging out the door
So duck down, yo, I’m from the town
Where it get shut the fuck down if the party too lit
They play it up and run it down like an artery, bitch
Im gone, yeah, check
{Verse 2: MESSIAH!}
Yeah, the one and only, you know me
Yeah
Swinging for (?...) like a lynching
But I ain’t breakfast, me and four henchmen
Turn a horseman inside that silver whip
Perk up and listen, it’s important you nigga get it, I
Fell off the porch and made a portrait
Out of the skin I ripped
{Intro: Ovrkast.}
Yeah, listen, check, wait
{Verse 1: Ovrkast.}
Yo, my brother off them leaves, coughing
No mask wearing, see he ready for a sneeze often
Wipe your nose (?...) your head at where your feet
I can’t look ‘em in the eyes for too long
He too long gone for me to get him back to (?...)
He Tushan Paul, hot as big as Titi Tucson
And I can’t give him this lil’ light of mine
Brodie wasn’t taking that payment
If it was dotted line, he handing cash only
Fitted mags, fitted trash bags and gas on me
See he finna crash and he’ll get to spazzin’
If I call him on this phone
No Instagram, but he fit fifty grams into his coat
He been a fan of mе, he busy fanning out the dough
Yeah, thе ban man with hands hanging out the door
So duck down, yo, I’m from the town
Where it get shut the fuck down if the party too lit
They play it up and run it down like an artery, bitch
Im gone, yeah, check
{Verse 2: MESSIAH!}
Yeah, the one and only, you know me
Yeah
Swinging for (?...) like a lynching
But I ain’t breakfast, me and four henchmen
Turn a horseman inside that silver whip
Perk up and listen, it’s important you nigga get it, I
Fell off the porch and made a portrait
Out of the skin I ripped
