Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Revenant, artist - Nine. Date of issue: 08.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Revenant |
| It’s about time, I am the Revenant |
| And it’s about time, I am the Revenant |
| Everything on the line and I’m fine with it |
| What’s yours is mine, sniff a line of this |
| Give you the whole Nine, I am the Revenant |
| I give you the whole Nine, I am the Revenant |
| They said I’m irrelevant, give a fuck I ‘m not celibate |
| Doing it for the hell of it, now I’m back in my element |
| I’m as fly as a pelican, super proud of my melanin |
| They softer then gelatin, Dawg, I move like an elephant |
| Dug a hole and you fell in it, different story you telling it |
| Tell the truth while I’m selling it, Snowgoons is propelling it |
| Not smooth but I’m elegant, start Beef like a Wellington |
| Back out, put a shell in them, been gone for a while |
| I am the Revenant, but this prevalent to the reason we all here |
| I’m from the tenement projects, those was dark years |
| Thats' blood in my eyes, those are not tears |
| Just listen to the point like Spock ears |
| Imma clock here nigga, you moving out |
| Set up shop here, instead of new I’m out |
| The new Count Dracula, smacking ya with the back of the heckler |
| Quarterback at your Acura, all my Music is secular |
| Empty out the whole Tech in ya, wear Nikes when I’m checkin you |
| Every bar disrespecting, you send your soul to the nebular |
| Its Nine double M and the Snowgoons |
| The Snowgoons and Nine Double M |
| It’s about time, I am the Revenant |
| And it’s about time, I am the Revenant |
| Everything on the line and I’m fine with it |
| What’s your is mine, sniff a line of this |
| Give you the whole Nine, I am the Revenant |
| I give you the whole Nine, I am the Revenant |
| They told me the show was over, I told you what’s in my holster |
| Will blow you to Nova Scotia, unless you in Nova Scotia |
| I was supposed to roast you and give you the whole toast |
| So slumped on your old sofa, you talk like you know Oprah |
| Put one in your bro shoulder and watch you just roll over |
| If you want I could go slower for certified weed blowers |
| For knowers with no arc soon as the flow spark |
| You see the bright light and then it gets so dark |
| I’m leaning like Joe Clarke, you slow like a go cart |
| Plus you got no heart, your thought you were so smart |
| You off to a slow start, big mouth you a blow hard |
| And I pray like oh God, he’s keeping it real |
| You niggas like to pillow talk I sleep with the steel |
| You can only catfish if I give you the reel |
| You ain’t got enough drive, tell Jesus to take the wheel |
| You really need Jesus to take the wheel |