ELZhi - Over Wit lyrics

Hurry up and get your shine
You runnin outta time
When we start to unload
The whole planet unfold like Galvatron
Ya never heard of me
I’m the one they call Elzhi
Known for spittin
Blowin put a hole through the mitten
Go through your writtens funk that!
That ain't hittin change direction
Let one out the chamber exit aim a weapon
Don’t walk away i slay pedestrians
Cripple your foot
Like Kunta Kinte for steppin
Hit you and took
Your wallet with the big faces
Yours could match with it
When my foot mash and collapse in it
Half of these niggas entertainin
Signing the gayest claimin they hot
They prolly a large percent
Of the industry flamin
Make a nigga wanna pull out his
Old suit like eddie kane
El is back, let the confetti rain
Watch me bully these niggas out the
Spotlight and wrinkle they collar
To bring heat to where they sleep and
Turn these streets to a sauna
Smack the right facial the word’ll
Get around like white labels
Trip em off the stage with a
Mic cable til they ice ankles
If i’m at they show
I’m probably there to spit iron
Directin hollows to get in they
Clothes like fish fryin (it’s over wit)
All that crap on the radio gets tired
See all them clowns is watered
Down like split hydrants
Now they breathin is strong
And they shakin like a fortune
Teller with a gun
In the mouth and their eyes readin the palm
The knife’ll split it with rifles
In em like siphon filter
Now frightened niggas puffin cigarettes
And lightin filters the walkin author piece
Snatch the sun out your glimpse
Snatch you off the stage and snatch
Every stud out your fist
Then leave your city flayed
Then hop on the current like silver surfer
Then search for the first person
That really want it
Yall know better to exchange glow
You’re scared to set it off like
A criminal with a dagger
Tryna sever his ankle from the tether
I brainstorm and spent many
Nights under the weather gimme mics
I shine over niggas like city lights
Til they squinty eyed and
Can’t capture the eclipse
Strategic like acid gas booby trapped with
Mummies wrapped in great Egypt
(it’s over wit)
Wanna scrum black, you don’t want that
I punch cats
In the stomach, til they hunchback
The man, just that
I make a nigga run laps like
A gun clapped in the air
With his feet geared to run fast
More bangers to kick your ear in
Make you think i’m sick when you hear it
But never confuse it with what
You sick of hearin
Get that head blown just for
Thinkin it can’t happen
I’m a underground head singin the anthem yo