Lyrics redguard snipers - Scallops Hotel, SB The Moor

redguard snipers

Nature honors persistence
Infinitude rolls through you for an instant
Martyred for visions, brace for collision
Landing, docking, branding, mocking
Trying very hard, I know you are
But, now’s the time for doing
Now’s the time for choosing, leveling up
The overflowing of cups, the filling of treasure chests
The perpetual yes and dress shoes
The ripest of vegetables
That’s what I be munchin' on
'Cause I’m a
Sonic geometry, the language of frequency, so
Coming frequently, do, making science frequently, uh
New Earth, filled with new verbs
Canonically bumping speakers, sounding superb
And we burnin' new herb, locked into the nethersphere
Constantly in a trance, but we never fear
Ok well, maybe just a little
But I swear that I will steal the devil’s fiddle and make him cut a rug right
down the middle with
New slurs, new verbs, new curves
New nouns, new sounds, new pounds
New rounds, new, you frown, you frown
New slurs, new verbs, new curves
New nouns, new sounds, new pounds
New rounds, new, you frown
I was a baby rapper, rhyming in my own words
And I do the same thang now
Twenty odd years spent up in the clouds
With some homies that be weilding verbs
Like farmers on the land, grow these visions like yams
And put 'em in the grateful hands
I draw my sword like a line up in the sand
No, it’s never bland
It’s always in the plan and in the palm I keep a sprinkle of the seasoning all
season long, so
Treason songs, trees are songs, I sing along, I sing along
Treason songs, trees are songs, I sing along, I sing along
And what we got, son?
New slurs, new verbs, new curves
New nouns, new sounds, new pounds
New rounds, new, you frown
New slurs, new verbs, new curves
New nouns, new sounds, new pounds
New rounds, new, and you frown
But what we do?
Flipped it around
But what we do?
Flipped it around
But what we do?
Flipped it around
Put yourself in heaven now
Heralds standing by
Soul folks think-tank
And now is the time for doing it
And it’s funny.
My listener.
Jive with that.
My numbers are crazy.
Which makes them realize, how am I listening to this.
Man, you know, I mean,
your ones and your twos, matter, because, um (Ain't nothin' but numbers)
because, um, my chop is just so accurate.
And it’s funny and fun.
It’s mind boggling and I want it to be
Seen 'em lookin', hope they keep it pushin'
If not, gon' have to remind them
I am from a time when rappin' really meant somethin'
Please don’t start bluffin' 'bout your skills and that
Visible thresholds and negative stress still kill for that
I’m like how snipers feel 'bout open fields with that
You make yourself an easy target
Personality fits in all these neat compartments
Twiddling my fingers slowly
Onward mosey through the indices and stices
Intricacies enlisted in service of Ulysses S. whomever
S’pose nothing was reconstructed
Small deposit was quickly deducted, nearly corrupted
But that means naught
The battle rages weekly, but I can dig it really
I can dig it really, I can dig it really
It’s chaos down here, it’s chaotic down here, it’s chaos
And that’s the power of creation, and that’s the power of creation
And that’s the power of creation, is chaos