Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bird's Eye View (feat. Raekwon, Joey Bada$$ & Black Thought), artist - Statik Selektah.
Date of issue: 15.04.2013
Song language: English
Bird's Eye View (feat. Raekwon, Joey Bada$$ & Black Thought) |
I want you to tell them |
Statik Selektah |
Lets do this, man—for real |
We smoke big blunts, cigars, it’s us |
It’s obvious, kids, we regulate up shit moving through brush |
The beats is grim, the ambiance plush |
The speaker won’t bang, the sneaker won’t lust |
Snitches wish dead, the eagle gon' bust |
Catch you in the wrong spot, you dust |
Statik ill, bring the havoc, this is magic |
Fake niggas flee out, fly out the mouth, I get you gatted |
Sports cars, reendorsed yards |
Everybody four stars, Rae like forty, jewelry gaudy |
Your creature game corny, I eat your dame, you hop up on me |
Head off the rip, grab the whip, rest maturely |
Hanging around the vets in the sweats |
Since '97 we was rolex-ing the extra |
Fuck around a hundred Tecs flash |
Flex, cash, drugs, money and sex |
Dumb check smashing |
Watching the game from a bird’s eye view |
They say it’s hard to keep trust so my third eye grew |
Chakras open, binocular scoping, sour smoking |
Hoping my best buds ain’t only in it for the tokens |
'Cause they say it’s who you joking with, tokin' potent with |
Tag team and strokin' chicks, the ones that do some bogus shit |
Act cool on the strip, but want to put two on your hip |
Macking jewels in your whips, booming your hits, screwing your bitch |
Froze under my toes, bitches where my penis is |
Kicking it since the womb, now you see what defeat is |
And what the fetus is? |
Would these niggas feed us shit? |
Rob a nigga for his number 2's to put my feet in, shit |
Flow slippery, rise to the tippity top |
I’mma make hot drops, make snakes history |
Dreams of living civilly in Sicily |
Laughing with a fan like |
It’s the elephant in the room |
Created by a collision of the sun and the moon |
My sonogram was an image of a gun in the womb |
That was soon to be doper than heroin in a spoon |
I’m astonishing, honestly my future looking promising |
As my skin tone and a crystal clean onyx is |
Darker thoughts let the beats break like a Amish’s |
I’m a stroke of genius like Mickalene Thomas is |
Hip-hop and body rocking and doing it dude |
I am the living definition of improving the groove |
I use the same tools to shoot that Kubrick used |
Take your hero to the river, give them two b-rick shoes |
Who lose? |
If you really ain’t nobody till somebody love you |
I say you ain’t nobody til they speaking highly of you |
And what I’m sure you wouldn’t want is any kind of trouble |
Unless you got a crash dummy or a body double |
You got a couple homies down to catch a homi- for you |
Well I’mma fold niggas into origami for you |
The most notorious, Poet Laureate |
Whole story is glorious, stoic warriors |
And I got my eyes wide open on you quasi- |
Haters still smirking like the gators on an Izod |
Lacoste, y’all tomato head niggas are |
Imposters, long drawn out process |
Triple OG’s got a worn out conscience |
Reminiscing to when we was all out monsters, on |
Our Sierra Leone reigning tyranny |
I strike fear in their hearts, rappers stear clear of me |
Black Sankofa, Ayatollah, Range Rover, game’s over |
Bill folder, give niggas that Ebola virus |
Huh? |
You got me chopped like Miley Cyrus |
Naw, I’m on your block with Somali pirates |
For real man Statik man, what’s good? |
Yeah you know I gets it on |
I ain’t playin', I’m truly the worst |
I was born about that |
Raw like fuck kid, represent |