Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ogre , by - Chester Watson. Song from the album Tin Wooki, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 08.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Pow
Song language: English
Ogre |
| Peace |
| Yo |
| Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace, peace |
| Pow |
| Grey-scale composer living in black and white |
| With a chain mail ogre that’s just as vivid as afterlife |
| I’ve pre-seen it |
| The priests lead the acolytes, to see demons |
| Now I’m here |
| Born of the three winged-beast |
| Where the troll is live it up |
| Scene fiend, fig trees, scrolls |
| Hella villainous |
| Team D street but we killing it |
| Illest shit |
| Sick, cooped up, come vanilla chicks |
| Who you think you dealing with? |
| Get it right |
| Whip white instead of black, really the same price |
| Your soul |
| I had epiphanies of chilling |
| Smoking Buddish remedies |
| With enemies and drinking Ciroc out large cylinders |
| Ball like krill and we stop the heart |
| Feeling the shock, no hard feelings, forgot my arch nemesis |
| Stop and watch the smart pendulum clock the dark ending and optics far primitive |
| Skip, jump, then hop through the millennia |
| Her big rump, got me hot as mid summer |
| Got fam that have seen more crack than a plumbers back |
| Stat status seems hazmat, what a bummer |
| Sixteen making more noise than the thunder |
| Decoys bring ploys, scream «Oi» |
| But don’t wonder what it is |
| He drink from the chalice but he cling to the Shaolin |
| Sedated, cause the life he leads is a mystery |
| Now everybody else but the team looking shifty |
| How late is the dream of a teen just to simply bow |
| Down to the fate of the gypsies |
| Foul play leave them gripping |
| For the J’s and the K’s |
| But the laze leave them stiff-ty |
| Lane looking like he dazed and encased in a trippy |
| Can’t pray to them empty clouds |
| Pause |
| Sit back let it simmer in |
| All black |
| Just hacked Invader Zimmerman |
| Bashed the fact |
| Ring in clacks with faded Timberlands |
| Suspect like ex-preds with dated liquorice |
| Puff hectic we sketched the hated victim |
| It’s enough sex to contest with Wilt Chamberlain record |
| Poetic for like reading in excerpts |
| We experts comparing style to black wet dirt |
| Never catch feelings we’re known to tell them fetch first |
| Rap game drones embellished neck first, Chester |
| Only as know as relics, sick as Capone |
| His head is barely screwed on but always tell them what it is |