big wrist froze (ft k-klipz)

 

flow on the track so effortless

finna put the chrome to your back, won’t threaten shit

ho ho, in my bag, where the presence is

blow blow, no masking the deficit

my soul so black like the kettle is

i rode whole tracks, no pedalling

i wrote wrote raps for embellishment

go home, i’m back on the medicine

 

guess i struck a nerve

planned to meet the devil, so i stepped inside the church

they put god up on a pedestal and treat the people worse

i just want it level, we all share a place of birth

but this shit ain’t gonna settle, god i gotta leave this earth

 

imma move on onto bigger things

bouncing on the track like tigger

think i copped my ticket

to the top of the industry

imma pop when the time comes to elevate

 

fake people all around me

anything to get they money up, they be scrounging

had me thinking we was buddy bud but they clowned me

anytime they knew they fully could, they was counting

 

when push came to shove, all they problems were mounting

do what i could, said i’d keep them from drowning

but soon came the turn, from the molehills to mountains

and soon as they burned me, the vultures dipped out

 

 

big wrist froze, keep ten toes down

lose tempo and you’ll get stepped on

big wrist froze, keep ten toes down

lose tempo and you’ll get stepped on

 

 

Tick, tic tac toe on these bitches

X O big wrist froze

Make you flip like gymnasts

Or switches, for instance...

My preaching sick I'm so Church ill (Churchill)

And give you smoke like Winstons

 

Stretch like rubber bands cos I want the bands, fuck it man

Underhand comments will promise I'll uppercut a man

Put you down a hole like rabbits slash Alice in Wonderland

No mad hatters that's some rappers that none withstand

 

But notwithstanding, and granted the lack of options...

I ain't stopping till my closet's branded

And till I've got the bag in, and laughing at these shoppers who haven't...

Copping watches but the rock is granite

I'm so off this planet...

In my own lane see me dodging traffic

I don't talk about my enemies, it's often tragic

Lack remorse I know its sad but I can't drop the habit

 

So call emergency services cos this verse on a murder spree

Averse to weak verses these words is hurting you verbally

Certainly cursing these worthless nerds that ain't heard of me

And purposefully worsen the earth's surface to burnt debris

That's not a hyperbole, you heard the flames I spit

So amazing flows blazing putting shame into Satan's pit

Probably catch a body and can make a prick lay a brick

But rap is just a hobby I don't care if I make it big...

 

But need that...

big wrist froze