Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chosen, artist - Chester Watson. Album song Summer Mirage, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Pow
Song language: English
Chosen |
| It’s a cold one |
| Spit bars 'til my throat snap |
| Charred is the goat from the start |
| It’s a cult rap |
| Zan out in the garden, a party in the forest |
| But I left the door, darn |
| I’m a ghost now |
| When I had a fro, had different color button-ups |
| Got dreads, you see I’m wearing all-black coats now |
| Chosen |
| Almost missed my flight, had to buy a suitcase |
| Rocked the Dickies and the Adi-Eases with the bootlace |
| Fresher than some toothpaste, heaven sent |
| The fung shui decadent, and mechanisms flew |
| What a blue day, right? |
| Did you say night’s in the distance? |
| Fuck it |
| Kill 'em on sight, no forgiveness |
| Chester Watson, ruler of the night and the wicked |
| Focused on Medusa, got my eyes hella vintage |
| Fuck a feature, I don’t got a price for you niggas |
| Call me Caesar, feeding off the light |
| But I’m leaning off the Sprite |
| Rockin' bees, don’t rock no ice |
| Where I’m from, that shit will get you killed or stopped by the police |
| And that’s the shit I don’t got time to deal with |
| Clock it to the streets, walk around with twenty bucks |
| To hold it, I deposit cheese |
| My ruler, that’s what you believe in |
| Socrates, ancient leader |
| Don’t say it cause it rhyme |
| Say it cause you want to be considered nigga of that |
| Prime minister, menacing chimes, sickening villainous (???) |
| Twitching, it’s brittle and grimy |
| See, my kindness is diminishing |
| Five bitches and middleman processed to belittle them |
| Time ticking, the penalty’s life |
| Chase the Henny like a bounty’s on its head |
| But drink it on the rocks if I’m surrounded by the dead |
| Wish I am |
| It’s a cold one |
| Spit bars 'til my throat snap |
| Charred is the goat from the start |
| It’s a cult rap |
| Zan out in the garden, a party in the forest |
| But I left the door, darn |
| I’m a ghost now |
| When I had a fro, had different color button-ups |
| Got dreads, you see I’m wearing all-black coats now |
| Chosen |
| Mmm, folded this shit |
| Locks into Loch Ness and and closer to (???) |
| Chakra apocalypse, who said it’s obvious |
| That my los manos lose control in the wind |
| Hold Hennessy when I’m holding my zen |
| Mmm, soulless as shit |
| Boy, I need rollie on wrist |
| Drunk as fuck and I’m scrolling this spliff like |
| Damn, this is pearl |
| Laughing, I (???) on and I’m jamming the curls |
| Panicking, pressing sweet dances with witches and phantoms and me |
| Holograms walking with (???) sanctity |
| Metaphysical as insanity, there |
| It’s a cold one |
| Spit bars 'til my throat snap |
| Charred is the goat from the start |
| It’s a cult rap |
| Zan out in the garden, a party in the forest |
| But I left the door, darn |
| I’m a ghost now |
| When I had a fro, had different color button-ups |
| Got dreads, you see I’m wearing all-black coats now |
| Chosen |
| It’s a cold one |
| Spit bars 'til my throat snap |
| Charred is the goat from the start |
| It’s a cult rap |
| Zan out in the garden, a party in the forest |
| But I left the door, darn |
| I’m a ghost now |
| When I had a fro, had different color button-ups |
| Got dreads, you see I’m wearing all-black coats now |
| Chosen |