Blood of Abraham, will.i.am - 99 Cent Lighter ( Eyedollartree ) lyrics
[Blood of Abraham, will.i.am - 99 Cent Lighter Eyedollartree lyrics]
You're shallow like a puddle
The deep ones need to huddle
You bitch-ass individuals can call
Your girls and cuddle
The times are getting serious
Critical and furious
Heads are flying everywhere but
I remain oblivious
Through it all, I got a wall, in front of me
Above me, below me
You're acting like you know me
But you don't and you never will
Experience the thrill
Of what it's like to be alive
Not real you are contrived
I'm trying to tell you, something
But all you know is nothing
Breaking down MC's just like a
Sport similar to hunting
First I see you grazing
I lock on with my eye
Your life expectancy becomes identical
With a fly your destiny is sealed, sonny
It was written long ago
MC gets shot on stage while
His mother watch the show
My beats are brewed fresh daily
From the comforts of my home
Just like the morning paper I'm
On time like metronomes
Season of the spider, everyone's a fighter
I could burn your house with
A 99 cent lighter
Lighter, lighter, lighter, lighter
My style ain't obvious, mysterious and low
Wets leave you wet due to miscellaneous flows
I'm now transcendental, over instrumentals
It's not accidental when I'm
Freaking wit'cha mental
The rap phenomenon and gravitational breaker
Gobble circuit's and cities my whole
Committee will take a-
Part your whole foundation 3
Degrees of separation
Head body and limbs all
Placed in separate nations
Ain't nothing common about this
'cause it ain't thinkable
Ain't no prints visible when
I display lyrical
Cause it's all in the way I serenade
I feast on booty niggas who flayed
Cause the back of all laying
Individuals not up to par
My technique will sweep in
And rock the Casbah
It's like that sonny, I rock like stone
Your oral synthetic and fake like silicon
Season of the spider, everyone's a fighter
I could burn your house with
A 99 cent lighter
Lighter, lighter, lighter, lighter
Yo I hear someone's coming
He's bringing you a clue
The dopest things in life are
Guaranteed to be taboo
The trees are talking to me now and
Telling me to turn the page
Forget about the old and what could
End the brand new age
Cause the rules do not apply
And not too much is fair
You either got the cash or
You're entangled in the snare
Called the world
Wide web in the season of the spider
Complex and combustible just like
A dirt cheap lighter
From Marianas Trench up to
The tops of Everest
The Blood is international
Headquarters in the West
Before you come to capture me
I book like Deuteronomy
I wake up in the morning
Way before the reveille
And then I grab the microphone
Sing a song of sorrow
Got some dope-ass books if you
Want to you could borrow
You better bring 'em back
My property don't disrespect
You conversate with me you
Conversate with the adept
I am a simple soul
As a soldier I take things simply
The deep ones need to huddle
You bitch-ass individuals can call
Your girls and cuddle
The times are getting serious
Critical and furious
Heads are flying everywhere but
I remain oblivious
Through it all, I got a wall, in front of me
Above me, below me
You're acting like you know me
But you don't and you never will
Experience the thrill
Of what it's like to be alive
Not real you are contrived
I'm trying to tell you, something
But all you know is nothing
Breaking down MC's just like a
Sport similar to hunting
First I see you grazing
I lock on with my eye
Your life expectancy becomes identical
With a fly your destiny is sealed, sonny
It was written long ago
MC gets shot on stage while
His mother watch the show
My beats are brewed fresh daily
From the comforts of my home
Just like the morning paper I'm
On time like metronomes
Season of the spider, everyone's a fighter
I could burn your house with
A 99 cent lighter
Lighter, lighter, lighter, lighter
My style ain't obvious, mysterious and low
Wets leave you wet due to miscellaneous flows
I'm now transcendental, over instrumentals
It's not accidental when I'm
Freaking wit'cha mental
The rap phenomenon and gravitational breaker
Gobble circuit's and cities my whole
Committee will take a-
Part your whole foundation 3
Degrees of separation
Head body and limbs all
Placed in separate nations
Ain't nothing common about this
'cause it ain't thinkable
Ain't no prints visible when
I display lyrical
Cause it's all in the way I serenade
I feast on booty niggas who flayed
Cause the back of all laying
Individuals not up to par
My technique will sweep in
And rock the Casbah
It's like that sonny, I rock like stone
Your oral synthetic and fake like silicon
Season of the spider, everyone's a fighter
I could burn your house with
A 99 cent lighter
Lighter, lighter, lighter, lighter
Yo I hear someone's coming
He's bringing you a clue
The dopest things in life are
Guaranteed to be taboo
The trees are talking to me now and
Telling me to turn the page
Forget about the old and what could
End the brand new age
Cause the rules do not apply
And not too much is fair
You either got the cash or
You're entangled in the snare
Called the world
Wide web in the season of the spider
Complex and combustible just like
A dirt cheap lighter
From Marianas Trench up to
The tops of Everest
The Blood is international
Headquarters in the West
Before you come to capture me
I book like Deuteronomy
I wake up in the morning
Way before the reveille
And then I grab the microphone
Sing a song of sorrow
Got some dope-ass books if you
Want to you could borrow
You better bring 'em back
My property don't disrespect
You conversate with me you
Conversate with the adept
I am a simple soul
As a soldier I take things simply