Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still, artist - K.A.A.N..
Date of issue: 24.12.2016
Song language: English
Still |
Swear to God I got a skill to kill oh lawd |
You can check the fucking record we have built it ourselves |
Me and all of my companions built the foundation |
A bit of ingenuity and a lot of dedication |
It all a dependent on the original flare |
I feel the energy collapse when I move along |
As I correct the composition for the sake of your soul |
My vernacular consuming |
Nigga letting it go |
I’ve been the cynical pessimist |
So I try to stay positive in the personal interest |
I deliver the sentence with the sentimental value from the past |
My brain play a Keith Murray |
The most beautifullest thing in the world is the interesting flow I got |
Had the shot and I took it never standing around |
I’m looking for a serious opportunity to pursue |
I pick a position to play my cadence is so vicious |
East 1999 born thug shit I spit it double time |
So evident you can fuck with me |
That was relative to the rhetoric that I render |
Reluctantly I release it with new faith revealed |
Reverse the verse to refine me define the meaning of real |
Got me feeling like a goddamn king oh lawd |
But my aspirations aren’t materialistic I’m a simple man |
Very minimalistic |
Couldn’t tell from the flow cause it was sick and sadistic |
Man these rappers about as sweet as the Kiwi Mistic |
Heard them niggas got the keys boy please just miss me |
Said I used to be submissive but now nobody missed the bullshit |
Its bad for your health high fructose corn syrup |
Hypertension hyperventilating when I hear |
Heard the sheep to a cliff you can jump in a group |
That’s a suicide pact when they missing me to |
Like nigga the joint gold but my shit dope to |
Hit them with the stale face |
I disappear from reality I really wanna live in my zone |
Wrote another monologue |
Add it to my catalog |
Let a nigga catapult and calculate my fucking effort making sure it’s |
calibrated I could make it but I know I tell the world I’ve been devoted so I |
got to keep my focus so I pray the perseverance on display pays off God damn |
Nigga fallin' I’ve been slipping on the daily (On the daily) |
On my mind got a nigga going crazy (Going crazy) |
'Fore I close my eyes and go to sleep |
I pray the Lord my soul to keep |
I hope Jahova hear me |
Hoe I hold it down you best believe I |
I still roll around smoking weed |
Like I used to |
I still ride around bumping Spitter |
Like I used to |
I still work alone Solitude |
Like I used to |
But this some brand new shit |
Something they ain’t used to |
I still roll around smoking weed |
Like I used to |
I still ride around bumping Spitter |
Like I used to |
I still work alone Solitude |
Like I used to |
But this some brand new shit |
Something they ain’t used to |
I can package you a pair |
Coming out the complications |
The preparation is a process please pardon |
I put the parenthesis is a pivotal spot |
I purposely propose a proposition to all of my people |
Got a perfect alliteration I wrote it in my steeple |
Second coming of the Father |
Resurrection like the sequel |
They decipher every noun but never understand the meaning Mr. Avant Garde |
I’m a sheriff and not abiding to the rules or regulations resonating with the |
regular patrons |
That is stuck in the matrix when I run out of patience |
I proceed to barate you see to brigate |
The gaze engage against the grain protect the culture |
Not precocious raised like Zacharias De La Rocha writes a hook |
Like Oscar De La Hoya pain inside his mind confined no one Goddamn |
Nigga fallin' I’ve been slipping on the daily (On the daily) |
I’m a mona got a nigga going crazy (Going crazy) |
'Fore I close my eyes and go to sleep |
I pray the Lord my soul to keep |
I hope Jahova hears me |
Hoe I hold it down you best believe I |
I still roll around smoking weed |
Like I used to |
I still ride around bumping Spitter |
Like I used to |
I still work alone Solitude |
Like I used to |
But this some brand new shit |
Something they ain’t used to |
I still roll around smoking weed |
Like I used to |
I still ride around bumping Spitter |
Like I used to |
I still work alone Solitude |
Like I used to |
But this some brand new shit |
Something they ain’t used to |