Capital STEEZ The Sound Is God

Tekst piosenki

Its obvious that they can’t rhyme with us
I bleed this from the soul and you only drop flows on the time Of month
Dog
So stop crying over petty shit
Either they cold killers or they just too sensitive
Probably that we nonchalant with it
Watch the bomb tick its from lines that I’m spitting
So the wick be the wittiness
Swift with the wickedness
John Wycliffe with the written kid
Vigorous on his regiment
I won’t stop it until I’m on top and my record spins
Frky frky fragmenting all these little kids
Tryna join the league of extraordinary gentlemen
Krill pitching out word??? to your sound system
Every verse is well written in hells kitchen
It gets better we the top ten watchmen
With less effort and a vendetta for trend setters