Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Revelations, artist - Wesley Rocco
Date of issue: 04.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Revelations |
Gunning and running, they listen in abundance |
Crews I’ve wrecked hundreds, many cyphers got pummeled |
Refuse to lose the battle so I slaughter them like cattle |
I abuse and bruise, they scramble |
Know the flow too much to handle |
Attack a track remember that |
Most these cats lack the knack |
For rapping man these jacks be wack |
And most they raps keep falling flat |
Witness the vision and get this conditioned |
Flow so efficient and gifted like Christmas |
Bars so vicious and malicious |
Go hard scarring competition |
Go ballistic |
So ambitious, ain’t no stroke of fiction |
Limit your bitching or be lifted from your broke dimension |
Spitting facts, stacking up racks |
I been a mack |
Ripping stats, collecting plaques |
Man my team been so stacked |
Dissing kids, splitting wigs |
Man we get ridiculous |
Perfidious, these hypocrites don’t want a lyricist |
Never fumble the numbers, rappers be ducking for cover |
Never stumble we brothers |
N.E. |
we running the summer |
I said we running the summer |
Hear us rumbling coming |
Now I can’t fumble the come up |
Tryna double my commas, let go of everyone bumming |
Y’all my brothas but just existing ain’t giving me nothing |
When I blast the speakers loud you know that we up to something |
For anybody who want it |
Yeah we got it speaking like a prophet no not Muhammad |
Putting on for the ones, know that I keep it a hundred |
Catch me stunting when I walk in, green in my pockets |
Leaning and coughing, the weed got me lost in |
My coffin, when I die they better hot box it |
I’m boxing, Ali in his prime, or Steve Austin |
Stone cold, triple H don’t fold |
Pearly gates, will I reach em, I just don’t know |
Let’s forget about it, got all the time in the world |
We can contemplate our fates after this ganga gets smoked |
I’m on the same shit, I’ve been the same way |
Locked in my cave, writing stories like my namesake |
But now the flame lit, get on my wavelength |
Don’t want the glory, I’m not in it just to claim fame |
I need the music, seeping out my soul, it’s therapeutic |
I’m so lucid, dreaming living life so clueless |
I abuse it, keeps me sane when I’ma lose it |
I’m Rasputin, a little crazy but I’m goofy |
Extra loopy, smoking chilling on the roof like I’m Snoopy |
Eyes droopy, bit of a foodie like my name is Scooby |
Underdog call me Rudy |
I like an attitude but don’t be snooty |
I’m an unseen visionary, like Dali and Pimp C |
I’m like a dignitary |
We keep it pushing cause this dream is like our missionary |
Yeah we know that we the shit and this is dysentery |
Muddy cup bleed through |
Feeling like Fantasia cause it’s up when I see you |
Why they can’t catch up cause I’m moving in Evisu |
Pockets full of honeycombs, something like the bees do |
Yeah they know how we do |
Always got the M’s on my mind, I feel like Vegeta |
My bro got the stick he gon' swing that shit like Derek Jeter |
I’m waiting on my come up boy you better come and meet me |
Before I’m getting too much money to see anything but greens |
They walk in this bitch with the mac and the forty |
I don’t think they can handle it |
Call me Kyrie Irving, I’m in this bitch with prime time handling |
Some shit done left me scarred so much |
I don’t think they can bandage it |
But I’m still coming up in this bitch |
You can pass me the crown, I ain’t coming to ask for it |
Yeah, in the stars riding on asterisks |
Why they try to keep up if you moving too fast and shit |
Always coming first, I ain’t ever seen a last |
These boys really dummies, why you think they always crash |