RZA, Feven - Mesmerize lyrics
[RZA, Feven - Mesmerize lyrics]
Stressed out in an exclusive
(This is a Wu Tang
International world premiere, bodododododo)
Oh my God, I think I'm a havin' a rap attack
Go ahead and call me
Suburban slum gutta chick
Though you don't know shit about me
Black refugee, twelve'll automatically
Shit is funny
The way you think I'm on ya money
Seein' my aftermaths, how you
Think I'm makin' stacks, son
After I eat, the release hit
The more mouthes to feed
Back in Ave, countin' my gift to Gap
No shame in holdin' CREAM
But it ain't what it seems
But now I know how ya'll hate
When niggas make the greens, na'mean?
See ya eyes bleedin', envy Allah in Sweden
Britain Bahamans beemin', hatin'
On my achievements, schemin'
And turbans
Try to cause turbulence in my essence
Can't none of that shit touch my maintenance
Niggas all bling, bling
Don't know how to handle the thing
It's not about how much ya earn
It's how you spend
And I choose life, before any God damn rights
Steppin' on some Satan shit
But I only fear twice
You on some hostile negative vibes
Negative lies, the style only makes me rise
To the top, mind states it and makes me wise
I'mma keep a step ahead and mesmerize
Growin' up I feel like an old
Soul trapped in a child's body
Mad strain on my brain but I
Kept most inside of me for sure
Was a quiet type and inside a drawer
Peeps tried to lock me out like, yeah, fun
It's for more
Straight outta war, couldn't ignore
Scenes I was seein'
Quicker human being, part of Fam, by RZA
One would kill him
Couldn't feel him, period
Had to get articulate to express the mess
Pen and paper and got blessed
Unless, I make my path straight, when I came
I ate i be on some other shit
On the news front page
A heart filled wit rage
Feel the pain after pain
Converted shit to positive things
I project on stage
Now they wanna hate on my shine
Hate on my kind
Byut I know it's envy kid, I feel in my spine
Ain't nothing ya'll can say or do
To make me change my point of view
You better change ya attitude or
I'mma get this bitch, son
This is a Wu Tang
International world premiere
(Oh my God, I think I'm havin' a rap attack)
My crouching tiger, gotta go hard
But still a fighter i'm tighter
The son got problems facin' the facts
Survivor, ya'll can keep yappin'
On the cypher
I'm killin' tracks, do ya own things
Pick up ya acts matter of fact
If this is for ya'll to keep in mind
073-6291535
And sure ya on lead
Whether ya hit this bleed
RZA ger dig kta grejer
(RZA gives you the real stuff)
If you ain't been through shit
How can ya know shit? If you talk that shit
If ya get ya bones split
I been bitin' my tongue
Every time I heard somethin'
But now it's on
And keep in mind where I'm from
(This is a Wu Tang
International world premiere, bodododododo)
Oh my God, I think I'm a havin' a rap attack
Go ahead and call me
Suburban slum gutta chick
Though you don't know shit about me
Black refugee, twelve'll automatically
Shit is funny
The way you think I'm on ya money
Seein' my aftermaths, how you
Think I'm makin' stacks, son
After I eat, the release hit
The more mouthes to feed
Back in Ave, countin' my gift to Gap
No shame in holdin' CREAM
But it ain't what it seems
But now I know how ya'll hate
When niggas make the greens, na'mean?
See ya eyes bleedin', envy Allah in Sweden
Britain Bahamans beemin', hatin'
On my achievements, schemin'
And turbans
Try to cause turbulence in my essence
Can't none of that shit touch my maintenance
Niggas all bling, bling
Don't know how to handle the thing
It's not about how much ya earn
It's how you spend
And I choose life, before any God damn rights
Steppin' on some Satan shit
But I only fear twice
You on some hostile negative vibes
Negative lies, the style only makes me rise
To the top, mind states it and makes me wise
I'mma keep a step ahead and mesmerize
Growin' up I feel like an old
Soul trapped in a child's body
Mad strain on my brain but I
Kept most inside of me for sure
Was a quiet type and inside a drawer
Peeps tried to lock me out like, yeah, fun
It's for more
Straight outta war, couldn't ignore
Scenes I was seein'
Quicker human being, part of Fam, by RZA
One would kill him
Couldn't feel him, period
Had to get articulate to express the mess
Pen and paper and got blessed
Unless, I make my path straight, when I came
I ate i be on some other shit
On the news front page
A heart filled wit rage
Feel the pain after pain
Converted shit to positive things
I project on stage
Now they wanna hate on my shine
Hate on my kind
Byut I know it's envy kid, I feel in my spine
Ain't nothing ya'll can say or do
To make me change my point of view
You better change ya attitude or
I'mma get this bitch, son
This is a Wu Tang
International world premiere
(Oh my God, I think I'm havin' a rap attack)
My crouching tiger, gotta go hard
But still a fighter i'm tighter
The son got problems facin' the facts
Survivor, ya'll can keep yappin'
On the cypher
I'm killin' tracks, do ya own things
Pick up ya acts matter of fact
If this is for ya'll to keep in mind
073-6291535
And sure ya on lead
Whether ya hit this bleed
RZA ger dig kta grejer
(RZA gives you the real stuff)
If you ain't been through shit
How can ya know shit? If you talk that shit
If ya get ya bones split
I been bitin' my tongue
Every time I heard somethin'
But now it's on
And keep in mind where I'm from