Lirik Lagu AMIRA KITCHEN - Westside Gunn
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[Westside Gunn:]Ayo, I still wear ski masks for the dividendsOn the yacht, Tom Ford gloves, eating MichelinBET Awards in my Chrome Hearts TimberlandsRest in peace X, how my plug said, "It's him again"Super FLYGOD, fiends kneeling to my feet, allAll kind of 1s had 'em in a coma for a week (Ah)Had to buy a brick cheap, but a body much cheaper (Boom, boom, boom, boom)Gave him ten flat, boy came with the sweeper (Brrt)I'm on the road, keep it on you even before paroleI seen my YN, the devil had stole his soulI only talk to my kids, I don't fuck with phonesIf you don't like it, get the fuck on (Get the fuck on)Nigga, check the rap sheet, I don't do rap beef (Uh-uh)Freeze 'em in DC, pump name was Ashley (Woo)I'm kicking it, sack in each ass, looking jazzyCame out the bushes, all black with the lassie
[Brother Tom Sos:]We've seen rainstorms, we've seen sunshineAnd on both days, we be alrightWe seen runways, we seen gunfightsAnd on both days, we was alrightWe be alright, hmmEverything working 'cause God said it wouldWe be alright, hmm
Uh, if I'ma do it, I might as well do it right and exactYou niggas ruined the movement, we came and got it intactWell in fact, I keep a shooter and he gon' do just thatThink you running off with some jewelry, gon' get shot in your capLike a graduation pictureDo the knowledge and you be graduating quickerHands in the air with champagne glasses, this a stick upI'm tryna tell you that you shouldn't burn that bridge upI come in peace
[Westside Gunn:]I bet Virgil rolling in his grave (Ah)Dope boy shit, Rollie and a chain (Ah)Probably had dope running in his veins (Ah)Watch for the backdoor, shit change (Mm)I done sold ten bricks in a day (Woo)I done took my French bitch to Waly Fay (Woo)Had God told my grandmama prayYou shoulda seen me doing pushups in the cage (Ah)A hundred ups, a hundred dips, I'm insane (Ah)This for my niggas on the yard with the blade (Free my niggas)I only got ten mil' to my name (Woo)I done smiled through the pain
[Brother Tom Sos:]We've seen rainstorms, we've seen sunshineAnd on both days, we be alrightWe seen runways, we seen gunfightsAnd on both days, we was alrightWe be alright, hmmEverything working 'cause God said it wouldWe be alright, hmmWe've seen rainstorms, we've seen sunshineAnd on both days, we be alrightWe seen runways, we seen gunfightsAnd on both days, we was alrightWe be alright, hmmEverything working 'cause God said it wouldWe be alright, hmm
[A.A. Rashid:]Man, let the music be a spiritual soundtrackTo the ritual performance of this greatness, man, you know?Look around you right now, manCan you feel how when the brass criedThe heavens adjusted their garments, you know?This is why goats have horns, manCan you see 'em? Can you hear 'em, huh?The stars take new positions when these deitiesSpoke this saxophone into being, manHorns, promise youWatch all the angels lean in to listen man, yeahBut you know usHe who performs for applause has already lost his voice, you know?There's no glory being a copy of a copy of a god man, you know?Especially if it was the god who gave you breathNot to repeat, but to respond, you know?With your ability son, for realThat's your response ability, son, not God, so ayyGod is not impressed by imitationThey are not moved by mimicryThey do not nod at your echos, manGod inspired themselves, you know?Now ask yourself 'have you been inspired?For real, huhOnly, only, only goats have horns like this, manDon't, hah, don't let that go over your head, manA goat without horns is soon forgotten by historyDon't let this brass go over your headHm, yeah, yeah, soIf the music does not improve the quality of your thinkingThen it's not music, manIt's just a theft of your timeA sabotage of your spirit man, for realLong live Virgil, long live Michelle
[Brother Tom Sos:]We've seen rainstorms, we've seen sunshineAnd on both days, we be alrightWe seen runways, we seen gunfightsAnd on both days, we was alrightWe be alright, hmmEverything working 'cause God said it wouldWe be alright, hmm
Uh, if I'ma do it, I might as well do it right and exactYou niggas ruined the movement, we came and got it intactWell in fact, I keep a shooter and he gon' do just thatThink you running off with some jewelry, gon' get shot in your capLike a graduation pictureDo the knowledge and you be graduating quickerHands in the air with champagne glasses, this a stick upI'm tryna tell you that you shouldn't burn that bridge upI come in peace
[Westside Gunn:]I bet Virgil rolling in his grave (Ah)Dope boy shit, Rollie and a chain (Ah)Probably had dope running in his veins (Ah)Watch for the backdoor, shit change (Mm)I done sold ten bricks in a day (Woo)I done took my French bitch to Waly Fay (Woo)Had God told my grandmama prayYou shoulda seen me doing pushups in the cage (Ah)A hundred ups, a hundred dips, I'm insane (Ah)This for my niggas on the yard with the blade (Free my niggas)I only got ten mil' to my name (Woo)I done smiled through the pain
[Brother Tom Sos:]We've seen rainstorms, we've seen sunshineAnd on both days, we be alrightWe seen runways, we seen gunfightsAnd on both days, we was alrightWe be alright, hmmEverything working 'cause God said it wouldWe be alright, hmmWe've seen rainstorms, we've seen sunshineAnd on both days, we be alrightWe seen runways, we seen gunfightsAnd on both days, we was alrightWe be alright, hmmEverything working 'cause God said it wouldWe be alright, hmm
[A.A. Rashid:]Man, let the music be a spiritual soundtrackTo the ritual performance of this greatness, man, you know?Look around you right now, manCan you feel how when the brass criedThe heavens adjusted their garments, you know?This is why goats have horns, manCan you see 'em? Can you hear 'em, huh?The stars take new positions when these deitiesSpoke this saxophone into being, manHorns, promise youWatch all the angels lean in to listen man, yeahBut you know usHe who performs for applause has already lost his voice, you know?There's no glory being a copy of a copy of a god man, you know?Especially if it was the god who gave you breathNot to repeat, but to respond, you know?With your ability son, for realThat's your response ability, son, not God, so ayyGod is not impressed by imitationThey are not moved by mimicryThey do not nod at your echos, manGod inspired themselves, you know?Now ask yourself 'have you been inspired?For real, huhOnly, only, only goats have horns like this, manDon't, hah, don't let that go over your head, manA goat without horns is soon forgotten by historyDon't let this brass go over your headHm, yeah, yeah, soIf the music does not improve the quality of your thinkingThen it's not music, manIt's just a theft of your timeA sabotage of your spirit man, for realLong live Virgil, long live Michelle
