Viceversah, Reks - See Your Hands lyrics
[Viceversah, Reks - See Your Hands lyrics]
See, I come and slice the
Beat like a master chef
Live life with no fear like I mastered death
Give strife to those here who
Wanna clash with this?
My pen writin's so clear like
I cashed a check
Ash a spliff, crack a Beck's
So nice that it hurts, I'm a masochist
That's the price, but it's worth it
'Cause every time I'm writin' these verses
You know Vice is catchin' wreck
Through your speaker, I could go on a heater
Gеt you to follow the leader
Purе drinking vodka in liters
And I be ballin' the weed up
And droppin' knowledge like the Bhagavad Gita
If you need an idea of
How we "Livin' La Vida"
Could it get any sweeter? I stay
Leanin' like Pisa, serve you like a subpoena
We need you just like you need us
We feed you just like you feed us
So put your hands to the ceiling
And nobody can defeat us!
See, I don't wanna have to
Ask if you feelin' this
I just wanna see your hands
Were the ceiling is
Put the roof up, show me how real it is
My people get it live while I'm killin' this
See, I don't wanna have to
Ask if you feelin' this
I just wanna see your hands
Were the ceiling is
Put the roof up, show me how real it is
Show me how real it is
Yeah let me show you how real it is
Deal with this life shit
Vise-grip a mic with rice
The Daily VIce's wife split
Feelin' lifeless, I just architect
The archetype, author right
Often like mornin', night
Never return, I burn holes in the lungs
Flows from the tongue flung a la gun
All of them lay beneath, lay a wreath
Say a brief eulogy ruger be elevated on my
Shoulder plates usually
In the booth I be truth beef
Paul Pierce instrumentals
Pallbearer to your mental, you deceased
Brain-dead numb, let them come one, come all
I don't wanna have to ask
If you feelin' this, fuck 'em all
I fuck with a baller with a ball-point
All points leadin' to the ceiling
Middle finger you're feelin'
Scribble lyrical healin's for the dyin'
I'm applyin'
My vitamins in the sense, word life for real
Fam!
See, I don't wanna have to
Ask if you feelin' this
I just wanna see your hands
Were the ceiling is
Put the roof up, show me how real it is
My people get it live while I'm killin' this
See, I don't wanna have to
Ask if you feelin' this
I just wanna see your hands
Were the ceiling is
Put the roof up, show me how real it is
Show me how real it is
See, I don't wanna have to
Ask if you feelin' this
I just wanna see your hands
Were the ceiling is
Put the roof up, show me how real it is
My people get it live while I'm killin' this
See, I don't wanna have to
Ask if you feelin' this
I just wanna see your hands
Were the ceiling is
Put the roof up, show me how real it is
Show me how real it is
Beat like a master chef
Live life with no fear like I mastered death
Give strife to those here who
Wanna clash with this?
My pen writin's so clear like
I cashed a check
Ash a spliff, crack a Beck's
So nice that it hurts, I'm a masochist
That's the price, but it's worth it
'Cause every time I'm writin' these verses
You know Vice is catchin' wreck
Through your speaker, I could go on a heater
Gеt you to follow the leader
Purе drinking vodka in liters
And I be ballin' the weed up
And droppin' knowledge like the Bhagavad Gita
If you need an idea of
How we "Livin' La Vida"
Could it get any sweeter? I stay
Leanin' like Pisa, serve you like a subpoena
We need you just like you need us
We feed you just like you feed us
So put your hands to the ceiling
And nobody can defeat us!
See, I don't wanna have to
Ask if you feelin' this
I just wanna see your hands
Were the ceiling is
Put the roof up, show me how real it is
My people get it live while I'm killin' this
See, I don't wanna have to
Ask if you feelin' this
I just wanna see your hands
Were the ceiling is
Put the roof up, show me how real it is
Show me how real it is
Yeah let me show you how real it is
Deal with this life shit
Vise-grip a mic with rice
The Daily VIce's wife split
Feelin' lifeless, I just architect
The archetype, author right
Often like mornin', night
Never return, I burn holes in the lungs
Flows from the tongue flung a la gun
All of them lay beneath, lay a wreath
Say a brief eulogy ruger be elevated on my
Shoulder plates usually
In the booth I be truth beef
Paul Pierce instrumentals
Pallbearer to your mental, you deceased
Brain-dead numb, let them come one, come all
I don't wanna have to ask
If you feelin' this, fuck 'em all
I fuck with a baller with a ball-point
All points leadin' to the ceiling
Middle finger you're feelin'
Scribble lyrical healin's for the dyin'
I'm applyin'
My vitamins in the sense, word life for real
Fam!
See, I don't wanna have to
Ask if you feelin' this
I just wanna see your hands
Were the ceiling is
Put the roof up, show me how real it is
My people get it live while I'm killin' this
See, I don't wanna have to
Ask if you feelin' this
I just wanna see your hands
Were the ceiling is
Put the roof up, show me how real it is
Show me how real it is
See, I don't wanna have to
Ask if you feelin' this
I just wanna see your hands
Were the ceiling is
Put the roof up, show me how real it is
My people get it live while I'm killin' this
See, I don't wanna have to
Ask if you feelin' this
I just wanna see your hands
Were the ceiling is
Put the roof up, show me how real it is
Show me how real it is