Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Over Wit, artist - eLZhi. Album song Witness My Growth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.07.2019
Record label: GLOW365LLC
Song language: English
Over Wit |
| Hurry up and get your shine |
| You runnin outta time |
| When we start to unload |
| The whole planet unfold like Galvatron |
| Ya never heard of me |
| I’m the one they call Elzhi |
| Known for spittin |
| Blowin put a hole through the mitten |
| Go through your writtens |
| Funk that! |
| That ain’t hittin |
| Change direction, let one out the chamber exit |
| Aim a weapon |
| Don’t walk away i slay pedestrians |
| Cripple your foot |
| Like Kunta Kinte for steppin |
| Hit you and took |
| Your wallet with the big faces |
| Yours could match with it |
| When my foot mash and collapse in it |
| Half of these niggas entertainin, signing the gayest |
| Claimin they hot, they prolly a large percent of the industry flamin |
| Make a nigga wanna pull out his old suit like eddie kane |
| El is back, let the confetti rain |
| Watch me bully these niggas out the spotlight and wrinkle they collar |
| To bring heat to where they sleep and turn these streets to a sauna |
| Smack the right facial the word’ll get around like white labels |
| Trip em off the stage with a mic cable til they ice ankles |
| If i’m at they show, i’m probably there to spit iron |
| Directin hollows to get in they clothes like fish fryin |
| (it's over wit) |
| All that crap on the radio gets tired |
| See all them clowns is watered down like split hydrants |
| Now they breathin is strong |
| And they shakin like a fortune teller with a gun in the mouth and their eyes |
| readin the palm |
| The knife’ll split it with rifles in em like siphon filter |
| Now frightened niggas puffin cigarettes and lightin filters |
| The walkin author piece |
| Snatch the sun out your glimpse |
| Snatch you off the stage and snatch every stud out your fist |
| Then leave your city flayed |
| Then hop on the current like silver surfer |
| Then search for the first person that really want it |
| Yall know better to exchange glow |
| You’re scared to set it off like a criminal with a dagger |
| Tryna sever his ankle from the tether |
| I brainstorm and spent many nights under the weather |
| Gimme mics |
| I shine over niggas like city lights |
| Til they squinty eyed and can’t capture the eclipse |
| Strategic like acid gas booby-trapped mummies wrapped in great Egypt |
| (it's over wit) |
| Wanna scrum black, you don’t want that |
| I punch cats |
| In the stomach, til they hunchback |
| The man, just that |
| I make a nigga run laps like a gun clapped in the air |
| With his feet geared to run fast |
| More bangers to kick your ear in |
| Make you think i’m sick when you hear it |
| But never confuse it with what you sick of hearin |
| Get that head blown just for thinkin it can’t happen |
| I’m a underground head singin the anthem |
| Yo |