B.Keyz, Beautiful Mind (Collective) - Witness Protection lyrics

Ayo, bitch, I'm spectacular
Tall black man with an advanced vernacular
Immaculate, slightly crazed over-analyst
Backpacking activist, I'm the new catalyst
To change your mind frames back
Up to what matters it's a brand new chapter
I'm adding more paragraphs to this cast
Slack up and get embarrassed
I had it with you wack-ass niggas
I'm changing channels
And I dare a nigga to touch my remote
Might fuck around and start a revolt
Cause we know you can't keep
Lying to my people
We wreckin' shit wherever we go
I'm free yo, ice cold nigga eskimo
Goddamn it, I'm the man 30
Karats on the hands, homie
Motherfuck your next plans, homie

Motherfuck your advance, homie


A motherfucker, I might be your stepdad
Homie i'm home alone with strep
Got sick vocals that flex on any nigga
I'm Bret, the hitman, homie
Heart colder than Owen when I be flowin'
Frozen like any arctic
I start shit like Bart Simps
I blew up here, something like Marge's
I barge in the booth like
Drill sergeants with troops
I am the proof like a vest made for bullets
When you pull it
Just be careful when you shoot
Dex got the footage
My placement belongs inside a spaceship
I'm handin' out facelifts for
Those who need replacements
A makeshift bow staff for you old bags
I blow past so fast
Swingin' to get your dome smashed
I'm on that
I'm crusing the city holding my mojo
Looking over my shoulder with no GoPros

Ain't know the kid moved dolo
I'mma live forever through these bars
Fuck YOLO i'm a motherfucking superstar
What are y'all on?
We gon' be rich off this shit, word to Mylon
My mama always told me
"Keep calm, enjoy the calm in the morning"
Only reason I don't blast off
You cats without warning
And I will not let you ignore me, it's all me
So I'mma keep blazing y'all with more heat
At least it balls up the morphine
Got a line around the corner
Give me more fiends
And I'mma father all you niggas
Word to Maury man, I'm the future bitch
Fuck who was before me
Goddamn it, I'm the man 30
Karats on the hands, homie
Motherfuck your next plans, homie
And motherfuck your advance, homie

You know the industry's in
Trouble when you understand
That LA reid is blowing fucking
Millions on some cover bands
You're all cover bands
All I hear is cover bands
Understand we know that all
The compliments are underhand
I'm so Italian in the mattress
There's a hundred grand
I'm not a homosexual
But that is how you fuck the man
Second thoughts before you play me
Shit you made at camp
And Fruity Loop producers re-evaluate
And cut your hands
Mike Krzyzewski, O's and X's, baby
Run the plan
The bullies in the lunchroom stole the bread
Flung the ham knives can break, guns can jam
And death will come for every man
But all I need's my Bible and some melatonin
Understand
All we see is happy days, Richie Cunningham
Beautiful Mind drives the people
We do trucks and vans
Good Will's gone hunting, motherfucker
Where you been, Affleck?
We're just seein' if you ducks can dance
I am the black sheep, I'm half 'sleep
You athletes couldn't walk in a track meet
No racism cause you all could take a backseat
Your past seats are ass cheeks
My class meets the stampedes
Of Nissans and Camrys
My family's a bunch of superheroes, Stan Lee
Damn it, I'm the man 30 karats in the hand
Motherfuck your advance, homie
Twice, motherfuck your advance, homie

Motherfuck your advance, homie