King Critical - Blood on the Oxford lyrics

[Prod. Long Arm] [Verse 1: King Critical] The sun don't shine forever, so as long As I'm here then I might as well shine with chedder I'm align with Fellas, some tote those bricks Some flows so sick, we gotta rhyme with stretchers Put time and effort into these rhymes and records that Made your girl feel like she just got a diamond necklace Residue spit, clips, no Kanye Bredren Cause giving good music is my common preference [Interlude] They gotta understand man, my greatest award is what I'm about to do My greatest failure is keeping that award at thought level I mean if It stayed at a thought and never progressed any further It would be considered just a fail right? But the reason I say it's my biggest failure cause if I Succeeded in what I'm about to do it would be my greatest award [Verse 2: King Critical] Be honest, hit the beats with sheets of vomit You Couldn't f** with me if you had the face of a Goddess Pay homage, pray my n***a egg won't turn your egg To an omelet, no telling what we on with, so calm it n***a who want it? Smacking n***as with gauntlets Just raise your hand and I'll expand like your armpit Spitting conscious, make a baller feel sponsored The reaper this ether could make a preacher feel godless [Hook: King Critical] It's crazy how one body could be respected by somebody And turn that one body into somebody It's crazy how one body could be respected by somebody And turn that one body into somebody [Verse 3: King Critical] Why go cooperate? My heart's where the art is It's hard to reach the ceiling when you coming from the carpet Especially a artist that spitting this sickness to Make these b**hes feel nauseous, this crack'll make God itch Lately I've been thinking real distraught Like how this human thoughts could turn a human to corpse Or how these human words could be served as a torch To make the herbs hit the curve but then swerve when they caught I'm too invincible, you couldn't f** with Critical If you was Critical on the pedestal of your pinnacle Penetrating and percolate the mental with syllables Enough to over stand, I over stand the general, it's simple n***as ain't f**ing the God, lay low Like a b**h that ain't f**ing with them bras And she f**ing with the odds cause she know we ain't even Smile like when Momma cooking chicken with the seasoning None of my n***as seasoned, we all gone be eating I just pledge allegiance at they allegiance it be the reason And I'm the reason, they treat me like a vegan From the evening to the evening I br rhyming on the deep end Check, it be the bars that make the n***as grab they jars And make the b**hes call me God while I pluck em like guitars Pull up on the block 40 below the old Timbs '98 s 600 with the gold rims [Hook] [Bridge: Critical] That's the power of people, this music power will leave you Wanting more like the power of sequels Think I'm in my three shoes staring at the people In my flyest beanie staring at the seagulls Write metaphors, cause the sky's the limit Mona Lisa's prying my mind as they mind the critic Cause they mines' ain't Critic meaning my mine is mine and They mind my mind cause my mind is different All this artless in artist they hardest ain't even half of this Writeous with words, word, that's word to Radamiz [Verse 4: Radamiz] Rich folk, Bottega Trenchcoats, walk like they own the avenue Just a peasant in these Cole Haan's, trying to even my latitude That feed-your-fam-for-year salary's dinner money, they laugh at you But hide their smile under their Roley cause they're mannered to Mind vivid enough for a Cannes trip Drumroll for my opening night while the band hits I hear the wolves howling in the back as I pans this Literally, I'm in the jungle with some paper and matchsticks Trying to make a fire tornado in this hell hole Too much shells spread across the floor under shelltoes Too many can't stick around for the gold and the rainbows Cause when it rains it pours and drowns what hope remains, yo That's just honesty, Socrates of the 2k's Gotta mind mine cause they off tops if you too paid Better yet, their ain't one castle, we can all be kings This ain't the NBA We can all get rings (we'll just get more)