Letra de SPIKY BOiz - 1999 WRITE THE FUTURE

(Feat. Ghostface Killah, Rich Brian, Smino, Surprise Chef)

(Bitch, I do my dance in ninety-nine ranch)

Yeah, yo, uh-huh, yeah, yo

A metaphorical wizard, a metaphorical blizzard

These metaphors is better off cuffed and locked in a prison

Ain't any bodies can take on antibiotics

Anybody can be a body or be a homi' in the wrong position

Diagnostic, I'm so high, fly on a higher octave

Toxic, eyes wide staring at the apocalypse

Sippin' from pearl goblets, with gold droplets

The cover that I write in my tablet is all ostrich

Songs of elegant psalms that I call my hostage

Harmonica plays with a xylophone and pays homage

Exposing fake theories in the quantum physics

Jails with more blood on the floor than a Compton visit

That's why I play in the clubs, lotta girls and thugs

Wu-Tang, thought I was a kid the way I play with plugs

Don't underestimate the power instead you should bless the cape

Barbershop talk, ask around I'm in the best debates

Damn, heard you still calling a deal

Your A&R went AWOL so you ain’t dropping for real

Man down, spent your whole budget on cribs in the hills

And called it work but nothing to show but a bitch

You crashed out, Cold bossa nova and pill

No clothes are from hoes that dispose you to thrift at the Real, that how it get

Going hard to dine in the yard with all the Afrobeat broads, you don’t ever record

I made a sacrifice around the time I couldn’t afford a sack of rice

So when I got it blowing like a saxophone with bad advice

A tragic life to live, where false perception get the hoes excited

Plus you sold the rights to all your writing, spent it all on ice

And no cake, with all that icing

What you gon' do next? Pawn shop pricing

Rich song 'cause my dick long and they drive crash

Tired of you niggas, on ya neck, I’m on your ascot

Proud of my nigga, he got out and kept his nose clean

Hold my brother down, I’m standing ten until my toes sting

Pretty girl from PG county got me in a choke, I mean

If she on my mind, she ain't just fine, she the dopamine

ISSI on my body, call it Amy, 'cause ain’t I?

Can’t get on my plane so they complaining, they ain’t fly

Hate because they money ain’t straight, pockets gay, hah?

Fake it 'til they make it, niggas AI, fuck it

Shrooms (Shrooms) drugs

Tell 'em Zero gang in the club (In the club)

Tell 'em Wu-Tang in the club (In the club)

Lemonade chain, pucker up (Pucker up)

This world (This world) corrupt (Corrupt)

But it don’t mean shit to fuck it up (Fuck it up)

Just tell me where we meeting, nigga floor it (Nigga floor it)

Bitch couldn’t believe it was us (Us)

This world (This world) corrupt (Corrupt)

But it don’t mean shit to fuck it up (Fuck it up)

Tell 'em Zero gang in the club (In the club)

Tell 'em Wu-Tang in the club (In the club)

Ayy, lil Baby so magnetic like a door stop

Tipsy off the 4th shot, fuck a happy end I'm not the one to plot against

Pissin' off the D.O.P, I'm never switchin' for the lens, you be rappin' for the hoes

I'm a steadfast never change the vision for these lame ass

Y'all be gettin' baked but I'm just posted where the cake at

Batter, batter, batter, gunnin' for that four letter

Is it milli' or the mammal? Your pocket in need of scandal

My pocket is safe, I got no fear in my heart, I'm paid in the land of the brave

She don't ever dress up but except when she go to the rave

Rappers never rappin' on the beat 'less it's drownin' in bass, but move in your pace

I paint a picture, you just spreadin' a propaganda

Rocket been takin' off and she gave me a proper landing

I went through hell and back still never sniffin' no dandruff

I don't got all my answers, you livin' off advances

And you takin' pride in the gimmick, uh, only for the paper while I fly into the premise

Fashion Nova love you 'cause your album full of fillers

The hype done got you gassed your fans decreasin' when it simmers, uh

But it's not my business

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