Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Feathered Octopus, artist - E L U C I DDate of issue: 22.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Feathered Octopus |
| I know the games you play |
| But I don’t know who you are |
| I know the games you play |
| But I don’t know who you are |
| I know the games you play |
| But I don’t know who you are |
| I know the games you play |
| But I don’t know who you are |
| I know the games you play |
| But I don’t know who you are |
| I know the games you play |
| But I don’t know who you are |
| Let it all hang out |
| I am I be |
| I trail I lead |
| I share we eat |
| This weed is gold |
| No like really gold |
| I push I pull |
| His hair like wool |
| I’m on my toes |
| I’m on my square |
| I’m scared of heights |
| I’m used to lows |
| I know I know |
| Don’t remind me |
| No short, please take the side streets |
| Had the same rap name since the 90's |
| Nowadays I teach black kids how to sight read |
| If ya man shake hands like a Pisces |
| Nah I’m aight B |
| From the era of the 5X white tee |
| Sharing French Fries on a project bench with wifey |
| Nike check on the uptown |
| Show me love when I come round |
| Kinda buzzed, don’t want wanna come down |
| Doing what it does |
| I be thinkin bout what I’m thinkin bout |
| Tryna make a queer girl’s top 5 |
| Tongues tied, here comes the sunrise |
| Revolution to be dead dropped on a thumbdrive |
| Zip file narrated by a Gil Scott-Heron hologram |
| In gentrified Harlem |
| Let’s hear it for the man |
| One time |
| For redemption |
| One time |
| For the hero’s journey |
| One for the story |
| Or torn apart |
| One for the pain |
| For the glory part |
| Body broken down |
| What was in his heart? |
| New to the throne |
| Rain finna start |
| Took another fall |
| Nail on the head |
| Brow beaten |
| Y’all heard? |
| Never did |
| Black scorpion |
| Float leatherhead |
| Busted open |
| Lord bloodshed |
| Oh my God |
| We wanna follow and he wanna lead |
| He want the people to know when he bleed |
| Room recognition for what he achieved |
| They don’t believe |
| They think he done |
| Somebody said he was down for the count |
| Man what the fuck is they talking about? |
| Rested for two |
| How could they doubt? |
| Lifted it up and y’all thought he was out |
| He was a scorpion |
| They started to panic and thought he should hide |
| He coulda died |
| He coulda lost |
| Bought him a mast but what did it cost? |
| I heard a bell but they’re waving it off |
| Don’t interfere with it, they getting tossed |
| Don’t get involved when that brother is taken |
| It sticks cause ain’t nobody taking him off |
| He was the champion |
| He told them straight out the gate he would never submit |
| He too legit |
| Thought he was woofing? |
| Don’t ever look at him crooked |
| You wouldn’t believe |
| In spite of the book |
| And they pushing the clowns |
| Just look around |
| He somersault with a foot on the ground |
| Some of em talk but he puttin' it down |
| Give that man his gold |
| Let it be told |
| Best on the globe |
| Look at his boots and his robes |
| Every opponent is shipped to his sole |
| Took the control |
| Holding the cage |
| His fingers is broken |
| The door wouldn’t open and stayed |
| Locked with a rope and a chain |
| Face split open |
| The puddle is starting to stain |
| His face is exposed |
| Ain’t nowhere to go |
| Everybody in the audience finally knows |
| They know |
| They can see now |