Wati Heru - 57 lyrics

[Verse 1: Chelsea Reject] I'm on some new sh**, shout out to my Lucians Go to the Caribbean and get up on my cruise ship I am just myself, I have never gave two sh**s Chucking deuces, not here for your amusement That's stupid, I can guide your intellect You can be a student Bet you bring horse to the water but cannot make him consume it Gotta go harder, gotta go harder than before I'm so gifted like Christmas, make you wanna praise the Lord And raise up off the floor because it's not a competition Just a pen and paper meeting in compositions, for conscious writtens Convinced a Christian I could spit, despite the contradictions So eyewitness, open your irises They tryna' ride with us, influence influenza viruses Inject the ether into your eyes twitching I get up on my mission Reside in the corner, flex hard, and leave your eyes twitching [Verse 2: Wati Heru] Holy thunder-f**, this is mugen mix with mitsurugi Katana cataclysms coughing izm spitting loogy's Yo Carl Sherron, sh** we harsh as carcinogens in city loosies Off skunk drunk in bay ridge like, "Who you calling mooly?" Like f** the mafia, the Gods get the goons flipped Ya' broad wanna boom flick, in suny on some loon sh** Assume he on some DOOM sh**, cause son be MADD villainy Americas most blunted cheeba and grabba still in me Gazing over Giza, I see the merkaba vividly Tamed the tessiaga like Inuyasha I center chi Catch me in the casa contemplating on the chem to chief Sharpening my shurikens for the showdown of the century Channeling yip man through wing Chun uppercuts Obiyah Kinobi, the shinobi, holy thunder-f** [Verse 3: Carl Sherron] Master universal knowledge and wisdom, blasted of exotics with visions Of Prada rocking women plotting with millions Cause on these blocks they be trippin' A cop was shot wth the Glock by a gremlin No morals, hooded up, unbound by religion Little b**hes living like chickens The 5 percenters said it was written Taught me no pork, I traded all for that wisdom Yo, these my thoughts daily, war on terror, Brenda's Baby First it pained me, but lately been realizing this sh** here made me Aim the ruger at imposter or intruder Try to spark then my Cap(s)ule shooters be sure to diffuse ya' loser Then get ghost for evening, post and stay low for the weekend Blow a whole O with my queen and poke her and after I'm leaving Off to breeze with heathens, savages offering heaters Plotting like secret world leaders, blinded by all the worlds evils Product of my environment, if that's the case it's safe to say That I'm the embodiment, of Allah at his highest kid Spitting that fire sh**, probably bring God out retirement With microphone, I'm the livest with Scopes aimed at the highers up and their heinous acts d**h to all then N.Y. 'em, beat down with your Yankee bats See a false prophet, lift your shirt and grab your rocket Aim and co*k it, pull the trigger Let him live, that's not an option