Son Of Light, Diaz - Go Fishing lyrics
[Son Of Light, Diaz - Go Fishing lyrics]
The eye and the man with the holy script
Just what's the constellation
Voicing this combination
Brand new revelations, from the woodworks
Striking y'all from beyond where
The shadows lurk
Double check we undermining and tricky son
Blinding bring on the shining like Nickelson
Boy scouts we got no time for toy scouts
No doubt strictly the 20 pound trout
I turn it out like
Beyonds at the closet
Wind up my rod and I toss it
Looking for flavor you lost it
Searching for my path you crossed it
See this is style I back the fuck up off it
I got no time for the petty rhyme
Work mining my mind with
Material that I grind
I'm in the ponds like a spirit on the loose
Charge like a king moose fat
With the one twos
Surrender to the laws of nature
You wanna step up but first
We gotta create ya
Together on this mic mission
To make you listen
We take you down to the lake son
Let's go fishing, let's go fishing
Just like you sure wouldn't share the goods
PRIMOZ Deep Green's the bourough for my P
Naturally we was hostiles actually
Like Uncle Barry
Flies and mics is what we carry
The military like visionary
You're an adversary, against the TP legendary
Sending the eye of the one interplanetary
Preaching, reaching out to
Masses like missionaries
Orginally from the continent that's northly
I'm softly killing low key like Rush D
Your style frozen the land next to Russia
Cosa this shit ain't yours it's nostra
Legally one million worlds domination
Illegally throwing false heads
Out an abomination
Your facing, the lake dweller fuck Jason
You better be praising or be the
Victim of a wood chasing
Going fishing, going fishing fishing
We on your silver hooks and bait
Come follow me down to the lake
The forest clearing forms a gate
For my boat, I use the stars to navigate
I'm trying to escape this industry
Like nature, my visions are vividly
I'm building a TP ministry
You see me, performing, baptism lyrically
Inquisitionary, verbal fishermen the
Run fighters
The offical Tee Productions beat riders
Mic pirates on dry land
Move in silence from the Scandinavian island
We cross your city limit's after dark
In your parks we rebuilding the ark
It's craftmanship that your missing
I put you in a boat with let's go fishing
Just what's the constellation
Voicing this combination
Brand new revelations, from the woodworks
Striking y'all from beyond where
The shadows lurk
Double check we undermining and tricky son
Blinding bring on the shining like Nickelson
Boy scouts we got no time for toy scouts
No doubt strictly the 20 pound trout
I turn it out like
Beyonds at the closet
Wind up my rod and I toss it
Looking for flavor you lost it
Searching for my path you crossed it
See this is style I back the fuck up off it
I got no time for the petty rhyme
Work mining my mind with
Material that I grind
I'm in the ponds like a spirit on the loose
Charge like a king moose fat
With the one twos
Surrender to the laws of nature
You wanna step up but first
We gotta create ya
Together on this mic mission
To make you listen
We take you down to the lake son
Let's go fishing, let's go fishing
Just like you sure wouldn't share the goods
PRIMOZ Deep Green's the bourough for my P
Naturally we was hostiles actually
Like Uncle Barry
Flies and mics is what we carry
The military like visionary
You're an adversary, against the TP legendary
Sending the eye of the one interplanetary
Preaching, reaching out to
Masses like missionaries
Orginally from the continent that's northly
I'm softly killing low key like Rush D
Your style frozen the land next to Russia
Cosa this shit ain't yours it's nostra
Legally one million worlds domination
Illegally throwing false heads
Out an abomination
Your facing, the lake dweller fuck Jason
You better be praising or be the
Victim of a wood chasing
Going fishing, going fishing fishing
We on your silver hooks and bait
Come follow me down to the lake
The forest clearing forms a gate
For my boat, I use the stars to navigate
I'm trying to escape this industry
Like nature, my visions are vividly
I'm building a TP ministry
You see me, performing, baptism lyrically
Inquisitionary, verbal fishermen the
Run fighters
The offical Tee Productions beat riders
Mic pirates on dry land
Move in silence from the Scandinavian island
We cross your city limit's after dark
In your parks we rebuilding the ark
It's craftmanship that your missing
I put you in a boat with let's go fishing