Karriem Riggins - Over Wit lyrics

Hurry up and get your shine You runnin outta time When we start to unload The whole planet unfold like Galvatron Ya never heard of me I'm the one they call Elzhi Known for spittin Blowin put a hole through the mitten Go through your writtens Funk that! That ain't hittin Change direction, let one out the chamber exit Aim a weapon Don't walk away i slay pedestrians Cripple your foot Like Kunta Kinte for steppin Hit you and took Your wallet with the big faces Yours could match with it When my foot mash and collapse in it Half of these n***as entertainin, signing the gayest Claimin they hot, they prolly a large percent of the industry flamin Make a n***a wanna pull out his old suit like eddie kane El is back, let the confetti rain Watch me bully these n***as out the spotlight and wrinkle they collar To bring heat to where they sleep and turn these streets to a sauna Smack the right facial the word'll get around like white labels Trip em off the stage with a mic cable til they ice ankles If i'm at they show, i'm probably there to spit iron Directin hollows to get in they clothes like fish fryin (it's over wit) All that crap on the radio gets tired See all them clowns is watered down like split hydrants Now they breathin is strong And they shakin like a fortune teller with a gun in the mouth and their eyes readin the palm The knife'll split it with rifles in em like cyprus filter Now frightened n***as puffin cigarettes and lightin filters The walkin author piece Snatch the sun out your glimpse Snatch you off the stage and snatch every stud out your fist Then leave your city flayed Then hop on the current like silver surfer Then search for the first person that really want it Yall know better to exchange glow You're scared to set it off like a criminal with a dagger Tryna sever his ankle from the tether I brainstorm and spent many nights under the weather Gimme mics I shine over n***as like city lights Til they squinty eyed and can't capture the eclipse Strategic like acid gas b**by-trapped mummies wrapped in great Egypt (it's over wit) Wanna scrum black, you don't want that I punch cats In the stomach, til they hunchback The man, just that I make a n***a run laps like a gun clapped in the air With his feet geared to run fast More bangers to kick your ear in Make you think i'm sick when you hear it But never confuse it with what you sick of hearin Get that head blown just for thinkin it can't happen I'm a underground head singin the anthem Yo