Lyrics Off the Contact - Core Masson, 2nd Generation Wu

Off the Contact

Yeah
The I-N-T-E-Double-L
Yeah, yeah, yeah
2nd Generation Wu
I said
I said
Getting high off the contact
Can’t see me, where’s your contacts?
Getting high off the contact
Can’t see me, where’s your contacts?
I said
Getting high off the contact
Can’t see me, where’s your contacts?
Getting high off the contact
Can’t see me, where’s your contacts?
Yeah
We don’t respect authority figures
These racist pigs wanna call me a nigga
My word and my balls, all that I got
And my hands up, I don’t wanna get shot
Especially riding in the foreign I got
I pray to God I don’t get stopped
Got at last ten years in my truck
I’m heading up north
I was hlla young, hopped off the Porsche
Young nigga pass me the torch
Burn a nigga alive, nigga get scorched
Take off your track and that’s my force
Look at this fucking jewelry I bought
Summertime, I had that Porsche
Reap what you sow, I sold it all
Life like a movie, I wrote the score
Nigga I’m red, hoe I’m raw
All these years we ain’t get caught
Champagne for a King
And I’m through saving my dogs
And I keep a bad bitch, that’s for sure
I got loose change for these whores
Ain’t shit to cut the bitch off
Getting high off the contact
Can’t see me, where’s your contacts?
I said
Getting high off the contact
Can’t see me, where’s your contacts?
Stay quiet, what they need to be
Chill with the attitude nigga like Eazy-E (What?)
One voice in my head said «Believe in me» (Huh?)
The other voice sounded like Stephen King (Ew)
You’re deepest deep just like a Dawson’s Creek and I fit your life inside a
moment (Pussy)
My deepest deep just like
Some days I feel like I’m chosen
When an emcee wanna battle foes
I don’t know but when the casket close, I want guns and roses like Axel Rose
(Yeah)
The chain is rocky as a gravel road
My flow is colder than the blackest toes
I’m the black Da Vinci tryna crack the code
Packing up the stress until the track just flows
Say word (Yeah), Never been the quiet type (Nope)
People in my head come alive at night
When the vibe is right and the time is nice
You could say I come alive from the rhymes I write
Sundown on the boarder, I grind all night
Always been lit, imma shine all night
Gotta take your time, make your mind all right
And I’m fine but my mind is a bomb on sight like
ARGHHHH NIGGA
WHOOOOO