Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Off My Chest, artist - Knox Hill. Date of issue: 20.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Off My Chest |
| Paranormal activity, active with the actions in my brain |
| Actively I’m tracking apparitions in my veins |
| Check my swing, ghost writers, I’m a lefty |
| Y’all brag about your flow, I’m ghost riding on a jet ski |
| Don’t test me |
| Switch hitter Mickey Mantle in his prime in the Bronx |
| Dropping bomb after bomb like B-29 on a Nagasaki dawn |
| No tattoos, I bare arms |
| Spill your Sake on these bars |
| The ARs like Tamagotchi |
| Hip strapped go Kawasaki |
| Spin your wheel, that’s Yamasaki |
| Do the math, I’m Fibonacci |
| You zeroes, I’m the one |
| One trigger, two bullets, three millimeters |
| Five bullies laid dead |
| That means two I snap with a strap |
| That’s no cap |
| I don’t really do it for you keyboard kids |
| Your typ’s to type rap |
| When I rap, that’s how I live |
| I was raisd in PG |
| If you don’t know it, look it up |
| Some parental guidance needed with the cracks cooking up |
| Killers, victims, drug dealers in the cut |
| I remember girls getting shot when they was pregnant |
| I remember bodies at the mall where I would check in |
| I remember watching dawgs thrown in jail for weapons |
| And they ain’t snitching (They ain’t snitching) |
| So my bad, if I don’t really fit with this YouTube drug |
| Yeah, your boys got some views and now it’s you two tall |
| Box 'em in, I got a chin, but I don’t usually jaw |
| Masturbating motherfuckers, man |
| You do y’all |
| But y’all see skin tone and Em clone |
| With a bent nose, hoes bent |
| I bend flows in a Bentley beam |
| And that’s just how success goes (Goes) |
| Hip-hop is what raised me |
| Black people saved me |
| But say he’s a racist, he hates it |
| He’s playing a stage and a face for the plays |
| But the same shit you say is the same shit you hate |
| And if you say it enough, it becomes what you ain’t |
| And it stains on your brain every day |
| Do you result in the same things you fought against |
| Predicting insecurities on me and my |
| I been living in your head without fees |
| And picture breakdowns without me |
| In an age where too many die |
| I’m keeping lyricism alive |
| The lyrically inclined have a steep climb |
| But we keep trying |
| Fishing rappers in a creek |
| Till we hit that mainstream and finally shift tides |
| I’m holding services, it’s Knox |
| You know he would spit at your funeral |
| I cut you low, G |
| Don’t open cask- it’s the |
| Return of the be murderer |
| Earning the cash that I’ll burn it all |
| I’m sending him any winners |
| I’m shivering |
| I’m wishing for a bigger dinner |
| Sick of all this saying, «Get the bigger picture» |
| Portrait of a giver, who was lost, now is winning |
| Pass your plate, I fork you with it |
| What you bakin', pork you with it |
| Scorch you with it |
| Going at him for your ribs |
| Now I’m quartering you digs |
| Call it portrait of a bitch (Shot) |
| Till you walk a mile in my shoes |
| I cut your NF’ing legs, paid my dues |
| Most of the dudes ain’t gotta clue what I been through |
| So listen here, this the type of soul you put a pen through |
| I just put the pen to my painted ink stains when I’m blown |
| I don’t do this for the fame |
| Man I write this shit in love |
| And when I do run outta lead |
| I’ma right this shit in blood |
| And kill 'em all |
| Word to Flam |
| I got this off of my chest |
| So get the message while I DM |
| Man, it’s all love to the X |
| Rest in piece |
| Man, fuck this |