Ilohshix - Fabric lyrics

[Verse 1: Mean] Raf Simons vandal boots Be the Holy Grail That Junya Watanabe still a fairy tale Shine like bright lights hangin' On the ferris wheel I grind like tough soles stomping On the heavy steel I‘m heavy still, steady sk**ed Really i'm dressed to k** I swear I will murder cats In my Margiela GATs Workwear ready when I Put on my bucket hat Chambray, Visvim Serra Boots And high water slacks I'm on another level You still climbing the steps I'm bout that grown menswear We of a different stat Chronograph watches tick-tock Got all ‘em haters mad That wrist game proper (ching-ching) Got all 'em haters scared Like Jil Sander cuts I'm a real work of art Mixing lean, sippin' pink Slowly strolling down the boulevard CDG Play'd out, your synergy way out My Superfuture mellow flow Will blow your brains out I've got a little hope Come and save us from this ugly truth We do what's neccesary By any means See dreams materialise We visionaries [Verse 2: Face Vega] I got this freckled b**h She heavenless This freckled b**h She never sips Just watch me get sloppy And co*ky, hold down my posse She got me Coke in the nostrils of all The other b**hes Love my b**h she cop when My body is rocking lean withdrawals Cops couldn't stop us from mobbing We gon' get it all a**hole task force You can't get us all Black dogs, asphalt Leaning we dont fall We Pisa fiends, barely seen Through the greenery Rap with the demons frequently So evil ain't a thing to me Raf simons and heathenry That leads my esteem increase He thinks he's the king So just leave him be My mise en scene Is so fresh so clean I know I be, I know I be so naive But I'm a keep on steezin' Till d**h knows me [Verse 3: Ilohshix] All black hooded Strapped with Guidi booted A Gareth Pugh kid With minds polluted By French martells By the shores of Marseille Coated in Martin Margiela Drkshdw ninja cartel With minimal beats and sick poems Style combination of Rick Owens A gamma playa Who rang the bell of Jeff Mills We cold kids with chrome hearts And black steel f** a crack deal We've got more dope They can hang us Sounds refined like Alexander Wang's cuts Futuristic rhymes Cyborgs of Chalayan Words from Zam Barrett's dialogue Got you silent Like the crafted works Of Damir Doma Hit hard and kick your Kris Van Assche into a coma Then you rest in peace like Alexander Mcqueen Let this tune flow For the requiem