Kanif - Some People Say lyrics

Like an army general training soldiers to stand firm at the gates All things come to those who wait Freelance k**er with a lifetime contract Fall back – it's mortal combat at any sign of verbal contact I'm Bast reclining on alabaster Run tracks, number one, dominating finish lines like Caster Y'all keep racing, stuck on similes and metaphors Figures of speech don't constitute a whole song Ayo! Rocking the underground from beneath, gods I'm on and off the streets, breathing life into morgues Cause the spirit in the rhyme's only dedicated viciousness It's all in the breath, how the chi transforms in your chest What's bred in the bone comes out in the flesh And cowards die many times before the meet their own d**h Son you can't compete if there's no contest And this microphone check will damage any contender But some people say...see, some people say I'm no good Dragging these chains like a ghoul This dead living keeps clouding my position, wishing That I could hide from any good & bad distinction Head-in-the-clouds thinking But some people say...see, some people say I'm no good Dragging these chains like a ghoul This dead living keeps clouding my position And some people say I'm no good...maybe they're right Who else do you know? Got the guts to tell the devil whatever Call me bigga sista slash blade bearer Armed and ready when the lines get drawn The darkest hour's said to be before dawn, sound the bugle – it's on Strapping lyrical with counterattacks when haters yapping Barking dogs are never known to bite eternal voice rapping The black Venusian, rising outta sea foam k**ing dope flows, finding sista cyphers a home And giving life force at Luna's command The macho man's beef is bloodless, rappers blind to the master plan Yugen stays on beat like metronomes And grandiose theories fall over themselves like dominoes Denouncing idle idols and negative aspects Goddess history goes way back like Aztecs But the weight of knowledge shatters domes And send droves that work like bees, my droning fleets will bury fools in catacombs Some people say...see, some people say I'm no good Dragging these chains like a ghoul This dead living keeps clouding my position, wishing That I could hide from any good & bad distinction Head-in-the-clouds thinking But some people say...see, some people say I'm no good Dragging these chains like a ghoul This dead living keeps clouding my position And some people say I'm no good...maybe they're right