Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bird's Eye View (feat. Raekwon, Joey Bada$$ & Black Thought) , by - Statik Selektah. Release date: 15.04.2013
Song language: English
Bird's Eye View (feat. Raekwon, Joey Bada$$ & 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 |