Lyrics Muchitaura - Mile

Muchitaura

Uh, what type of heat you niggas packing?
Don’t come at niggas on wax and then act like you always clapping
If it’s rapping then it’s rapping, if it’s problems then there’s action
Hash it out all in person, that other shit’s a distraction
If we scrapping then we scrapping: blow for blow like it’s keys of dope
Wouldn’t fuck with me even if you was vein with a needle through
Wouldn’t fuck with me if you had coke and weed elope
And give birth in the clouds to some shit that came down, the seeds are dope
No vernac, and no identity crisis
I’m a world star, like ghetto vines and fight clips
Or twerking videos from the right chicks when the lights hit
Taking heads like I’m ISIS, stay above it like high synths
You dear diary on Twitter ass, bitter ass
Typing characters with no character in your spirit ass
I say my piece on war if it’s on wax
If you with it my hitta then bring it back, bring it back like
Ndirikuonai muchitaura, taura
All-seeing eye God!
Ndichakubatai muchikaura, kaura
All-seeing eye God!
Ndirikuonai muchitaura, taura
All-seeing eye God!
Ndichakubatai muchikaura, kaura
All-seeing eye God!
Look — no sense hiding I keep my eyes peeled
We all got lives nigga, we know how the highs feel
You keep gaps in your circle, that’s what the lies fill
Some niggas gon' switch up on you, whenever their lives will
But I ain’t tripping, I stays on my Scottie Pippen
This game is the only bitch to be keeping a nigga sipping
Whiff a spliff and I’m lifted, I’m letting off like a clip and
I knew you all, from the rip, wouldn’t be enough to be different
Paradigm when I’m shifting, gears and it’s so Corolla
Verses doper than bricks and I flip them like Motorolas
All that and a bag of chips I put on all their shoulders
Weapons over medals, what’s a general to a soldier?
Yeah, what’s a general to a soldier?
You tired veterans even sound like you getting older
We knocked the doors down when we showed up, lock and load up
And shake the place down for the game, like it’s a hold up