Bird's Eye View (feat. Raekwon, Joey Bada$$, & Black Thought of the Roots)
Statik Selektah
Hip-Hop/Rap
26 003
Créditos
Letra
[Verse 1]
I want you to tell them
[Verse 2]
Let's do this, man, for real
We smoke big blunts, cigars, it's us
It's obvious, kids, we regulate up shit
Movin' through brush
The beats is grim, the ambiance plush
The speaker won't bang, the sneaker won't lust
Snitches wish dead, the Eagle gon' bust
Catch you in the wrong spot, you dust
Statik ill, bring the havoc, this is magic
[Verse 3]
Fake **** flee out, fly out the mouth, I get you gatted
Sports cars, re-endorsed yards
Everybody four stars, Rae like forty, jewelry gaudy
Your creature game corny, I eat your dame
Hop up on me, head off the rip
Grab the whip, rest maturely
Hang around the vets in the sweats
Since '97, we was Rolex-in' the extra
Fuck around, a hunnid TEC's flash
Flex, cash, drugs, money and sex
Dumb check smashin'
[Verse 4]
Watchin' the game from a bird's eye view
They say it's hard to keep trust, so my third eye grew
Chakras open, binoculars scopin', sour smokin'
Hopin' my best buds ain't only in it for the tokens
'Cause they say it's who you jokin' with, tokin' potent with
Tag team and strokin' chicks, the ones that do some bogus shit
Act cool on the strip, but wanna put two on your head
[Verse 5]
Mackin' jewels in your whips, boomin' your hits
I'm screwin' your bitch
Froze under my toes, bitches where my penis is
Kickin' it since the womb, now you see what the fetus is
And what the fetus is, would these **** feed us shit
Rob a **** for his number 2's to put my feet in, shit
Flow slippery, rise to the tippity top
I'ma make hot drops, make snakes history
Dreams of living civilly in Sicily
Laughin' with a fam like
[Verse 6]
It's the elephant in the room
Created by a collision of the sun and the moon
My sonogram is a image of a gun in the womb
That was soon to be doper than heroin in a spoon
I'm astonishin', honestly, my future lookin' promisin'
As my skin tone at a crystal clean onyx is
Darker thoughts let the beats break like the Amishes
I'm a stroke of genius like Mickalene Thomas is
[Verse 7]
Hip-hop and body rockin' and doin' it, dude
I am the livin' definition of improvin' the groove
I used the same tools to shoot that Kubrick used
Take your hero to the river, give 'em two brick shoes
Who lose, if you really ain't nobody till somebody love you
I say you ain't nobody till they speakin' highly of you
And what I'm sure you wouldn't want is any kind of trouble
Unless you got a crash dummy or a body double
[Verse 8]
You got a couple homies down to catch a homi for you
Well, I'ma fold **** into origami for you
The most notorious, Poet Laureate
Whole story is glorious, stoic warriors
And I got my eyes wide open on you quasi
Haters still smirkin' like the gators on an Izod
Lacoste, y'all tomato head **** are
Imposters, long drawn out process
[Verse 9]
Triple OG's got a worn out conscience
Reminiscin' to when we was all out monsters, on
Our Sierra Leone, reigning tyranny
I strike fear in their hearts, rappers steer clear of me
Black Sankofa, Ayatollah, Range Rover, game's over
Bill folder, give **** that Ebola virus
Huh, you got me chopped like Miley Cyrus
Nah, I'm on your block with Somali pirates
[Verse 10]
For real, man, Statik, man, what's good
Yeah, you know I gets it on
I ain't playin', I'm truly the worst
I was born about that
This is raw, raw like fuck kid, represent
Written by: Statik Selektah
