Kardinal Offishall, Professor Green, Wretch 32, Eric Turner - Style Changer lyrics

Echoes echoes
I'm dominating mazes
Cutting up the charts with lazers
I'm a style changer
Innovater, behaviour changer
Imma let the people know
Imma let the truth be told
Imma chase these haters deface these places
And fake pages
Imma lead a search for the gold
Imma let the Rs go
Imma let the shame make em
Call my name and hear my echoes
Imma be the first you're facing
Imma be the last thing, oh
Imma let the shame make em
Call my name and hear my echoes echoes
Hear my echoes echoes

2 Stripes what up? Eric Turner what up?
Yeah, style changer, I change wardrobes
For every nigga from the ghetto
Forced to bust metal
To earn that baby mother
Money for their Pampers
Hiding that crack in their mouth
Starting the campers
Running that street relay without anger
Send it for fresh, you should thank us
Via my reflection, a very urban aspiration
Starting on the world with no explanation
The reason why your son wears his hat
To the side with his arms crossed
Emulating bosses
No Rick Ross but the group got the makeup
To make a loser sweet with no lip gloss
Sweeter innovaters
In and out the club with trends
Because the same style don't make
Ends in my ends
Money makes friends, style makes followers
Style changes change all of us

When I had a peek at you
You were not evolving
I've been getting P cause my
Echoes with the dolphins
Rappers think they're wavy
End up in the ocean i'm the rhyme minister
You can do the voting
Radio and TV can't get enough
Guess I'm living in two places at once
Always cried wolf but I never cried enough
I was that kid that was making up stuff
Before when I would shout
No one would listen
Now they're shouting with me while
They zone to my riddim
I barely go out with the
Girls that I've been in
Mrs Wretch is the only loophole to my vision
Off my ex gets depressed when
She hears my tunes
I still get the shivers when I
See her in the room and this is no lie
It's a whole lot of truth
If I gave you my heart
I could show you the proof
Ahh yeah, whole lotta echoes man

They tell me get a grip
I'm threatened to let go
I don't want a chick, chick
I just wanna get dough
Not that I don't love women but I get loads
I was banging the baddest bitches
When I was dead broke
Ugh, you've got swagger like
Move slow, but for the money I'm like U bolt
New flow, might have to change on em
Piss on their parade when I rain on em
When your weekends become your weekdays
And you hear so many voices
You don't need mates
Not to mention you're nice at rapping
You wanna pass the baton
But you feel like you're on
Your own running relay
What's left to do but
Better your whole time?
Ain't nothing to do but
Better your old rhymes, know that
I hope you appreciate the irony of me saying
That losing ain't part of my vocab

Echoes
Make em call my name and hear my echoes
Make make make em call my
Name and hear my echoes
Make em make em call my
Name and hear my echoes
Make make make em call my
Name and hear my echoes
Make make make em call my
Name and hear my echoes

I don't even know the truth
Relieve me or let me go
No cars, no trains nor air travel
I'm making up the only code

Style changer style changer
Style changer style changer