Kutt Calhoun - Guillotine

Текст песни

With the spirit of god in me
I’ll come back from the dead
As a lyrical prodigy
Taking aim at the threads
Of the people who bury me Now it’s off with they heads
Lay him under the Guillotine
Let the chopping commence
Get back from the dead
But what became is a new army (?)
Left a crack in my head
My nigga ain’t the same as he used to be Escaped, capture and fled
Left behind the pain and the jewelry
Now it’s off with the head
For trying speak down on my name at the eulogy
Hawh, yeah, told y’all niggas
You can kill flesh but can’t hold my spirit
Put a thorn crown on my head and then left me for dead
SHOT
When I rose like Jesus
Now death becomes you
Behold, any aspects left will crumble
But tried to be humble
But karma comes back tenfold
Slapped you, it was fresh was from you
This ain’t me no more, it’s the chief talking, doing God’s work
I hear the streets talking, but the streets rocking like a concert
And by that I mean, all that hard shit is gone converse
Is this real nigga, causing I am living it, and I’m damn willing to put god
first
So I’m the bomb first, anything that happens believe it been prayed on Nothing but death and destruction, coming like a thief in the night when we wait on When that soul rise and my face appears in their eyes, Imma stay strong
Better watch how you play with me, then Imma suffer them out from the sayon
Tomahawk chopping, bit by bit, in the way of my obstacles
I rise to occasions, When in they say they say it’s impossible
They wanna hold me down, underwater long with no oxygen
But what’s that to a shark, Imma eat niggas like a main course lobster meal
Yeah, Like Nat GEO, Black gold in here with a black TEO
Smack y’all niggas with a hashtag we on
I’m unforgetable, nat king CO
Y’all forgot about me, well here, let me remind you
Punch in a route to find me, GPS ho says I’m right behind you
With a bone to pick, (I'll) never let a nigga do me wrong again
Said y’all rappers all child’s play, now I vow to say, I’m on grown up shit
Like Miley Cyrus, you ain’t gotta like you, but you gotta respect me This is my Yeezy moment, and I’ll interrupt anybody who’ll let me Plant the flag down in my city soil, and let the roots grow
Struck black gold and it’s shooting high so let the roof blow
This KC nigga, strictly a fuck you, pay me nigga
No coast legend, like Will Smith, Imma do it all, by my lonely to say what’s
living, Ahh
Behold, I come like a thief. Blessed is he that watches, and keepeth his
garments, so that he doesn’t walk naked, and they see his shame