Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Witchcraft, artist - Monsta Island CzarsDate of issue: 31.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Witchcraft |
| Ayyo |
| Collapse, find my voice with drums, string, wind, and brass |
| This industry got you gassed like: the only thing of value on this Earth |
| Is cash, so you’re at the cinema, watching curtains crash |
| Turnabout is fair play, got you hurting fast |
| Fuck around, do a lifetime bid behind your worthless ass |
| Introducing the Monsta blue collar fam, auction off |
| Your two-dollar plan, third dimension held for ransom, facts |
| Be wise, state-of-the-art, brand-new holograms |
| One break, we take the test switch, wind up for the best |
| Pitch, pimp the tracks so wicked they call this shit |
| The West Witch, perforate you in my cypher’s diameter |
| Like pi makes, load the pump with pig grease to fry jakes |
| Elevation like Vince Carter, smoking the zoom, the sonic |
| Boom causes sky quakes. |
| Peep my lines through |
| A microscope, grab my neck, chest banging the flyest isotopes |
| Powerboat race or with wind sails, blowing waves |
| At the Sun, blue snapper fin tails, chain-smoking |
| Red blood rain token, brain choking, shower the con- |
| -crete with bloody entrails, Belvedere bottles |
| The motto for jokers who follow doints, borrowers swallow |
| Joints, use a crossbow. |
| Y’all cotton candy, Andy- |
| -Warhol-ass niggas ain’t worth my hollow points |
| When my man and me be pumping, our families be thumping, even |
| Granny be wanting to jump in, prepare to be handing me the gun, dumping |
| Randomly. |
| At the end of the war, the last man standing is me |
| You’re bumping into your gun, panties fronting. |
| Imagine |
| Walking across water with Black Jesus after it freezes |
| Lazarus clapping his knees, blast pastors and preachers |
| Manifest mic magic, grab it, crack your speakers |
| After the gunfight, you know what I want: the nose candy, B |
| Done again thanks to you, my past life is trife, fallen angels |
| Hermaphrodites, half-Christ, half-gangster too |
| Gats and knives, bats and pipes, we even take it to the |
| Cracks in the Rike’s, wax in the mics, but it wouldn’t happen |
| If there was a swift crack in the ice |
| I inhale when I sniff, Kong blare, whisper Tales of the Crypt |
| Blue flag, I’m seeing red when I split blood |
| Colors, anger, stress. |
| Time 7:30, find |
| Kong in the dark, constantly banging on his chest. |
| Who that? |
| Keep squeezing, freaking leaking anything breathing |
| Leaving all of them bleeding, peeking at the precinct, now we’re |
| Eating, live inside a bottle, rip |
| Swallow, sip ‘til it’s hollow, write names on hollow tips |
| Punch holes in your knots ‘til you wobble, we’re |
| Hosing potholes in your goggles or your fossils |
| Got bitches ready to rob if you wanna argue |
| You can even ask God, you apostles |
| Petty cash, petty crime, niggas doing petty |
| Time for some bullshit like copping a dime |
| What’s mine is mine, what’s yours is yours. |
| Niggas |
| Still going under off these manmade laws? |
| Taking niggas to court like we’re guilty |
| When we all know the system straight filthy |
| Cops lick off 41 |
| Shots and off scot-free, but you? |
| You had a key. |
| You’re going down, bitch nigga, yeah |
| Remember me? |
| Same uniform or same |
| Family. |
| It’s in the works, corrupted |
| Before I could see. |
| You could die, nigga, and I believe |
| That’s how a snake just slither |
| Bust a tool at your liver. |
| Black rose floating |
| In the river, rhyme tighter than bikini |
| Puffing the boom and The Man see me |
| Boy |
| You see me? |
| Don’t see me—real recognize |
| Real, feel the pain of a heart broken and bleeding. |
| Smoking |
| Weed although I know what am needing, but, slowly, I’m speeding |
| Hoping I meet the Devil on neutral ground so I can take |
| Back what he took before, snuff him and shoot him down. |
| «Look |
| Who found a better life,» I tell him, drying my butter knife |
| Dared to fight out of spite, his dark hand survived under light. |
| Bugging |
| Right? |
| Maybe. |
| I ain’t crazy, he made me shady |
| Look how he persuaded me to murder my last four babies. |
| Lately |
| Reminiscing got me vexed, checking my resume |
| Drugs, money, and sex left me searching for a better way |
| Forget it, I gotta eat, get this paper—where the money? |
| Robbing |
| And fiending got me trapped between starving and hungry |
| Stressed out, I gotta get out of Hell, I feel surrounded like |
| The feeling of flying underwater before you die drowning |
| I found a sword in the dungeon, it started glowing |
| I stopped bugging and switched paths, my flow the witchcraft |
| Your bitch laugh, then I smack her bitch ass |
| Then I dip fast in an E-Class, no lesser |
| Step to the mic with authority, the majo- |
| -rity, King Cesar with all the seniority |
| Excuse the flattery, don’t be mad at me |
| Unless you want this acid from this battery all up in your |
| Anatomy. |
| I’m shooting at the Police Academy |
| I turned into a monster, now they’re scared of me. |
| You better scatter |
| B. Yo, what that matter me? |
| I think I’m loco |
| This Easy Jesus got me in a chokehold, I’m hotter than |
| The Sun in Acapulco and higher than the motherfucking |
| Prices at Sunoco |