Lyrics Off the Leash - Nevelle Viracocha

Off the Leash

Now I’m off, I was on a leash
Bet I ain’t stepping out the house less I capiche
Talk slick bout me grease get knocked clean out your teeth
We trained to fly through any weather and season
Now what your hearing just as trill as it gets
Follow me to my lair and hit this elixir
I could drop a hit and get you ticked off the list
Swear I been going so hard lord god
Tell me why they wanna hate on me
I don’t know, I don’t know I could fly
But they rather see me fall see me fall like leaves
(ok well), So the plot thickens
It’s getting hotter than the dickens in here
You know my eyes wide shut
Not a crack in them bitches but boy I bet I still paint that bitch a picture so
vivid
I just, I just wanna be far, far away from here
Running, at the pace of my heart you know the race never ends…
It’s nobody as ill as I’m
Can’t speak of feeling fear, (I can’t)
I think you beat get caught up with the program
You know immortal man fears no man
It’s clear to see they got you trapped in a trance, aight
Let me go scratch up all the herd I can grab (Lord), we need a miracle lets go
to Damascus
I drape my genie in bohemian fashion
Crack off a shot wake em up clear cross the atlas
(We got), lights cameras action no actors
You know crossing me is hustling backwards
May we reign til is ash to ashes
I been so humble been so thorough and so articulate
I been spewing this miracle shit over instrumentals, I been
Killing my shit man it’s homicide when I spit it, I can, scorch skin like in
the chronicles of riddick
You can’t, lie I’m terrific been on my shit so they call themselves tryna know
me off my pivot but they wasn’t ready
Now if we playing one on one kick you some game like a legend
I’m Michael Jordan, Kobe Bryant just can’t defend it
Ok we all broke off the gate they was faster
I can’t believe it OMG that’s tragic
I’m, booking like Forrest on that morning his legs healed
I, flicked on my turbo switch gotta pick up and catch them
Finna pass em one by one til I hit the last one
Jays hit the final stretch I’m already cramping
I’m liable to die right here on this track
(Fuck it), long as I’m living gotta make the shot happen
Just caught my second wind, (gasp), passed him
Forgot the cameras caught this flashback to practice
Ain’t skip a beat fuck a sprint I’m doing backflips
Done popped the ribbon before I knew what happened
Onlookers look on as if they’ve witnessed magic
Trophy looking so clean, she shiny so fancy
Cast out a shimmer same color as magnums
It’s fuck the world is you with us or pregnant
Buckle black leather pants like he’s Marilyn Manson
Ski trip in some Helly Hansen, that’s Liz Lohan
Axel Arigato fresh from Japan
That’s a ticket with a hint to romancing
I told her I want you but are you with the plan
She gets it, gets it, gets it with no Uncle Sam