Rip Tracy

Текст песни The Alchemist feat Earl Sweatshirt, Billy Woods - Rip Tracy

I like music that makes me cry

Uneasy steps, deep in it like needle and flesh
In the center couldn't see the end
Indecision leave the pieces split down the middle
I confess still resent for me
I need to redirect

Thought you found you a little easy in
I need you to back up
A couple steps, you're clouding the lens
One script worth a thousand pictures
A million miles a minute, how the vision spilling out?

Ghost face, killer crib was overcrowded
I know the feeling
Except now it's a house of mirrors
I'm broken into the whole reveal
On some Jordan pill shit
Whole team was me, I'm the only villain
Sorry bitch (I regret it)

My ancestors wildest dreams versus nightmares
God bless the child with his own
And taught the one without it robbing
Same time out here tryna change and stay silent
Take care if Bruce Lee say to be water

I don't know no soul
I'm foreign to cordial, don't snooze
I got a couple more moves to show you (here we go)
(Here we go, now I know what y'all came to see)
(Know what y'all came to see)
(Is what's gonna happen)

All that sound and fury and read like pantomime
What do I know though, I'm just a regular guy
Put designer jeans on one leg at a time
You'd be surprised like bruises on the inner thighs
If you knew your muses inner lives
Wondering why it's a rhyme

Newsmen in the eyes
Sometimes you run out of lies
Sometimes you tell the truth just to pull them all sides, huh
Your hot song is a couple funny lines
Or to summarize, couple of big sativas
I'm from where it's always summertime

My life is a movie, silent
Black and white king's dream
Wake up and choose violence
Look around, you chose right
Two T-N-S, we fee, we war, driving Uber Eats

Spin the block, war-like, kill an army
The blooded tyrants going cheap as hell by the pipe
Them things are cheap
But still 3D print will get you
Everything but the Lazer's sight
This life, blink of an eye
And it's back to yesterday's price

You're only as good as your last book
Something is really bad if you don't like that
Wake up thinking 'bout my past man, would've killed my ass
If it hadn't been for the police coming 'round the street at the right time
I done got lucky, babe

What language, that
But you can't be good, biting from somebody else
I bite from nobody, I bite from nobody
'Cause I'm great, and I'ma show you I'm great
Uh, one can never be a fine artist if one hasn't lived
And experienced most of life's, um