Vídeo de música
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Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bukshot
Performer
Kung Fu Vampire
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tim Carl Kalbfleisch
Songwriter
Joel Vaughn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Summers
Producer
Letra
I don't got much to say these days, ay-yay (Ay-yay!)
Uh! So much work just to get me on the verse
I prefer to rehearse, you throw on some reverb and you think you gassin' (You gassin')
Drop your jaw and you gon' need a napkin, out in Japan, I'm really rappin' (Rappin')
I'll meet you at the crossroads in the ecosphere in a million years
I'm still slappin' cheeks and beats, knock cleats, defeat beneath the streets, got evil in me
The sting of Gen Z, the bees all envy, coexisting in the rules and I bend 'em
I know that they still diss, I send 'em
In the atmosphere, I can't control my appetite for candlelight
My Samsonite in closets filled with skeletons, deposit slips
And the eclipse is slowly blinding me, closing in on everything, I'm annoyed (Annoyed)
Reality is I cannot see (cannot see), I'm in The Void
Paranoid, rappers unemployed
Reality destroyed, out here in The Void
Black clouds, white noise
Out here, glitched out in The Void
Black clouds, white noise
Glitched out, out here in The Void
Black clouds, white noise
Glitched out, out here in The Void
Black clouds I see, all that white noise
Out here glitched out in The Void
Black clouds I see, all that white noise
Out here glitched out in The Void
I'm in The Matrix, you hate this, don't say shit (Don't say shit)
I'm the one you can't see, you need LASIK (You need LASIK)
Plus I'm dangerous, spit bars out like lasers
Evaporate these fakers, survival is wasted (Is wasted)
Peep the beat I'm on, Seven made, heat is on
Spittin' like I'm eatin' bombs, creepin' like a Peepin' Tom (Like a Peepin' Tom)
It's The Year of The Dragon, rappers' slackin' (Rappers' slackin')
Step into the circle (into the circle), I guarantee they're slappin' (Guarantee they're slappin')
And neck bites at midnight so get right
Straight up out the catacombs, me and Fu, we shatter bones (We shatter bones)
Take flight, black clouds as we disappear (As we disappear)
Disrespect is not allowed when you enter here (You enter here)
Paranoid, rappers unemployed
Reality destroyed, out here in The Void
Black clouds, white noise
Out here, glitched out in The Void
Black clouds, white noise
Glitched out, out here in The Void
Black clouds, white noise
Glitched out, out here in The Void
Black clouds I see, all that white noise
Out here glitched out in The Void
Black clouds I see, all that white noise
Out here glitched out in The Void
Written by: Joel Vaughn, Tim Carl Kalbfleisch


