Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chrysalis, artist - The Underachievers. Album song Cellar Door: Terminus Ut Exordium, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: RPMMSC, The Underachievers
Song language: English
Chrysalis |
Kick back nigga, relax and pack dabs |
I’m a young lord hitter, that’s word to A$AP |
Like a 2Pac spitter, them cannot romp with us |
Only go strapped in her she can’t bear my children |
Tip top denim I’m known to be a menace |
Fly blue-drop tinted, rolling up my spinach |
In my new zone spinning |
Elevating niggas by painting lyric pictures |
The ring you gon kiss it |
The holy ones did this I handle they business |
Young buck nigga can’t say that I ain’t sinnin' |
But I clean my chakras and repent for all my sinning |
I’m my own master the verdict my decision |
Zombie gang, we from the astral land |
We set the grandiose plan so they could treasure that |
From the Egypt sands down to the Brooklyn lands |
The light is with me man, I’m filled with melanin |
Mind full of theories, I see beyond reality |
Grind to the ceiling, I squeeze, gone top a lot of cheese |
Timeless repetition, them lies in pages visit |
Surprised we are the victim, society’s secret mission |
But ain’t no, motherfucking way I’ll let them take my soul nor abduct my brain |
As I blow my smoke and continue my reign |
Cause that royal blue blood in my veins, I’m a king |
Indigo, yeah my soul be foreign |
My flows be scorchin', c-caution |
Often I stun like Austin, no flossin' |
My words are like a complex maze you get lost in |
Trey offed them, the God off the flawless karma |
They thought I was in the dark, but now they honor |
Pay offers when I’m in concert, pray for your daughter |
I told her, I’m a monster she got slaughtered |
Krishna, Christ, Issa, paid the price |
Invading heads like lice, when I grip the mic |
Dreams of Jackson Mike, making music right |
Keep me in the light, and unify my sight |
Flows so flush, they going down the drain |
Magician with the pen, I move to enemies |
Prince need medicine to keep me 'head of them |
That potent sediment, they knock don’t let 'em in |
People hear this shit they thinking that it’s sadistic |
But the music save the masses be saving us from disaster in the 60s with the |
peace |
Organizations and black panthers now they bump my music over the seas lyrical |
pastor |
You tryna ride with these fucks |
Pile your bodies back off they trunk |
Got your mind twisted and fucked |
I ain’t just rhyming nigga keep up |
Better know your words, stay puffing on bomb herb |
Keep my vision clear view while lurking upon earth |
Gold souls can’t lose, them critics they won’t work |
I’m enlightened like Zeus, putting titans up in the dirt |
So if I don’t like you, I ain’t writin' it in a verse |
Just hearse result, so don’t get involved, you might miss tomorrow |
Feeling invincible, living within the heart, I can feel sin depart |
UA bringing change to our kin with art, pardon our flows so godly I can swim |
with sharks |
Started this shit in the lobby now I’m up in the stars |
What are the odds? |
Have a dream then create it, you God |
I don’t fuck with none of these rappers, fallacies can’t compare to me drift |
through fantasies |
Don’t be mad at me cause you can’t compete, drop your weapon g, join the cavalry |
Sarge Ayu, leading the platoon through the rain water proof |
Guarded like Zeus that’s a God my nigga |
Pulling up on the sinners |
On the rise; |
skyscraper, multiply like children |
High rise nigga, in the projects with killers |
But the cops not really with the drama my nigga |
Prize, I’m a winner cause I rise out the winters |
Ticking time-bomb but I keep it calm when I’m in her |
Got an elevated posse, the holy sour done got me |
Students for the army, good music that fill they bodies |
May the oath stay true, with the Buddha right beside me |
Ignited poet I got it inside of my soul shinin' |
Came up from the gutter, the timer was synchronized |
With the human evolution, we messagers of our time |
They intrudin' our medulla with foolish illusive lies |
In this revolution of weapons, we using minds |