Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Opinions May Vary, artist - Dilated Peoples. Date of issue: 10.08.2014
Song language: English
Opinions May Vary |
| Start up the disc, suicide, cut up your wrist |
| Like a cheap watch, your weed spot something like this |
| Local dime bags from some dirty nickel dime slicks |
| Dice shook with shady hands, why gamble that risk? |
| Dealing feces go, go examine that shit |
| Like man, you are sick, but you are not as sick as the niche |
| Of these niggas not even quarters but dying to get rich |
| Will lie to their click, cheat, steal to survive in this bitch |
| Then fight with their chick, the same time deny he a snitch |
| The lie on his dick, but ain’t nobody buying that shit |
| They just waiting to find him driving when they ride in they whip |
| Clyde with the dip, them ballers gonna fly when they hit |
| Defy gravity, super conductor from the slip |
| They all mad at me, ain’t nothing y’all do from the rip |
| It’s all strategy, you need a vacation then trip |
| Gangrene |
| Fuck y’all doing? |
| It’s only right that I address this |
| Why ask what? |
| Why ask what? |
| Existentialist in my temple |
| I shook the world with Etch-a-Sketch force, then sketched a masterpiece with a |
| pencil |
| That’s how lead fires, ink that black, crispy outlines |
| UFO, ancient aliens, is how their head flies |
| With my red eyes, heavy squinting just to let light in |
| Learn the handshake, step right in |
| ATF, DEA wanna check my pen |
| It can stick a fiend’s heart and jump start adrenaline |
| At minimum it’s a spark, backyard like a national park |
| Animal sightings, heavy lighting but the flashes are dark |
| Everyone’s an expert until the classes start |
| Ask them who the best is then watch the clashes start |
| I’ll smack animated stars out your head |
| With the Shaka Zulu, Sun Tzu strategy one two |
| Boom bip, rescue the princess and jump the broomstick |
| Lunatic, on that dark side of the moon shit |
| Fuck y’all doing? |
| It’s only right that I address this |
| Why ask what? |
| Why ask what? |
| Spray words and let the krylon drip |
| Crowd surfing, bitches tugging on my jersey made the nylon rip |
| Dance over rhythms like a fly on shit |
| Keep the yarmulke diagonal, play the avenue |
| Real verse like a 48 bar acapella feature from Maganoo with Timbo on a bow flex |
| The spliff that I finesse resemble Kotex |
| Hold down the west Ferraris jet |
| My vision is slightly tinted due to the lens on the Cartie specs |
| ODB face, elephant briefcase |
| Sweepstakes, I’m on the grill like Geno with the cheesesteaks |
| Stay with a pigeon like reed space, cooking the freebase |
| Hard to get it off my clothes, take my jacket to the laundromat |
| It still leaves a discrete trace |
| Camaro got metallic windows, leather finish without a pimple |
| Bitches swanging off the phallic symbol |
| Lick off a shot through the roof, blow out his shingle, peel off bumping «Latin Lingo» |
| Fuck y’all doing? |
| It’s only right that I address this |
| Why ask what? |
| Why ask what? |
| Are you number one? |
| Depends who you asking |
| Who, who, who? |
| That’s for owls in the Aspens |
| Why do rappers rap in past tense? |
| It’s veteran |
| They think De La Soul and David Letterman |
| That wasn’t fact checked but I go off |
| Got a fat check, where’s deep end? |
| And dove off |
| Weekends were… down by the beaches blurred |
| They come and go, but you could never put a leash on a bird |
| You never know if you never go out of the zone where you comfortable |
| Where you come from? |
| I sing the role of the unsung out the dungeons of rap |
| Where cats don’t make it back and run from |
| I got a gun and arose to the world |
| I come undone, shooting all under the Sun |
| I’m gassing, stingers, bulletproof wallets |
| Money on top of my heart if they want it |