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Erick the Architect - Ezekiel's Wheel ft. George Clinton (Official Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Erick the Architect
Erick the Architect
Vocals
RÜDE CÅT
RÜDE CÅT
Vocals
George Clinton
George Clinton
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
RÜDE CÅT
RÜDE CÅT
Lyrics
Erick Elliott
Erick Elliott
Songwriter
George Clinton
George Clinton
Lyrics
Matt Zara
Matt Zara
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Zara
Matt Zara
Producer

Lyrics

Ha, okay Was 15, probably out mackin', red steel-plated staircases, schooled this young rapper Big cappin', reenactments, some are jealous, some are fractured Some'll watch 'em dreams slip away, that's another chapter Change occupations, more abrasive, wanna change this season Bang harder for a feature, sold Franklins like Aretha Made me sick, how you snitch? Pussy purr like Eartha Kitt (purr) Can't determine if you think I'm ill or you just ridin' (dick) I icebergs the exterior if I decide the fit Had to pen the verse proper, so they can't deny the shit Wrote this verses at my mama's house, I hope she fast asleep 'Cause if she heard the music, no excuse to drag my feet (damn) How it feel to be a misery, a counselor for the creeps The perception, how I'm watchin' horror movies every week Can't repel what's in my head, I jot in thought and form, and speech Some say it's poetry, some say it's ESP Read your mind, align your chis, and burn your negativity Bumpin' Junior Reid, I harnessed mine, so who am I to people please? Cop fleece, cold winters, caught me like the СDС MР3s And achieved the Jesus Piece through DLC I see too many, tryna pump you like it's creatine I'ma keep it G with my niggas, we don't flee the scene Runnin' up the tab shoppin', only time I flee the scene Watanabe on the tracksuit, you can't see the seams Off the liquor, feelin' hundred-proof, big my self-esteem When the drinks is flowin' in the juice, shawty slippery Told me to just skrrt off in the coupe, let me get the keys (get in) Longest Rick Owens on the boot, shawty look at me Steppin' for a second in a suit, check the drip on me Reckless for my section, they my dudes, they gon' stick with me Hate is every color, every hue, got more shit to see (for real) My good intentions (my good intentions) Gave through to severance (gave through to severance) What's the meanin' of spoilin' (the meanin' of spoilin') A tin man with foil? (A tin man with foil?) So let's call it even (so let's call it even) Everyone's keepin' secrets for oilin' (everyone's keepin' secrets for oilin') Secrets for oilin' (have Ezekiel's wheels gone squeaky?) Have Ezekiel's wheels gone squeaky? (The squeaky wheel gets no grease) Blind to you niggas, Collie Buddz, we just raised the fiends Skated on the opps with a trick, we just reign Supreme Flatbush on the top, your favorite rapper's still okay to me And they ain't even wavy, B, they sneak into the major leagues Tried to stay humble, but I'm far too gone (that's right) When no liquor's in your cup and then your song is on All the wars we been scrappin', when it's on, it's on Brilliance untapped, I backtracked, I'm feelin' reborn Grind harder in this gorgeous storm, exchange out the Charles de Gaulle I do fly shit and my routine ain't for all of y'all I ain't have nothin', I evolved with no one involved Envied all the ones who can afford to take the summer off But I'm a Brooklyn nigga, ain't no difference in us, we just are Raised off of Nostrand Ave', right next to the liquor store Papa playin' Lady Saw, and the tree was sycamore Had to keep my eyes open, just in case we hit the floor Music on, platforms, sequins drawers, disco balls This the sauce, get endorsed, buy up all the boulevard We define the echelon (we define the echelon) And there it is, so goes the story Do the best you can, and then fuck it Then fly off (fly off), dreamland Squeaky wheel gets no grease (yeah, yeah) The jokes on you, baby, and then fuck it My good intentions, gave through to severance What's the meanin' of spoilin', a tin man with foil? So let's call it even, everyone's keepin' secrets for oilin' (jokes on you) Have Ezekiel's wheels gone squeaky?
Writer(s): George Clinton, Matthew David Zara, Erick E Elliott, Rudolph Catwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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