Scrapes by AMANI + KING VISION ULTRA Lyrics
[Verse 1: ELUCID]
Hitting to the root, salute
Turn me loose, I'm too juiced
Ghost rode the coupe, mini noose
Dangled from the rearview
Clear blue sky, coldest day of the year
Teeth chatter, crack your veneer
Speakin' ill of my name, 'tween the snare
Like summer rain drop, bleached black tank top
Throwin' my meat hooks
The jazz is free, the noise is love
You wear me out, I drag my tongue
Molasses slow, still kept my Timbs on
Fastest path to head crack, weightless
Baby arе you tapin', lookin' ass
Scrape your face to this
I raise thе spliff, silver haze and sour mix
I'm in the flower district
Hit me when you get this message
Pol Pot float on black hoodie
Fully loaded in the east
Everybody need a piece
Take it how you want it
Flippin' quarters, top of the backboard, crazy hop
That's a fact, lord
I puked on the platform and seen a neighbor get his king's tax
My neighbor drinks Coors in a can and cleans chicken
Shot spider sensors out on pickin'
No red light, they listenin'
Polo fisherman [?] tilted
Past wilted rose scattered memorial
Rat stuck out of the building
Niggas is a beautiful thing
I kept my page and it came before Columbus with a collard green leaf
I buy pineapple nutcrackers on the C train
And God, I was still dreamin'
Openin' that door, seein' that plane careen into tower
Real time view from a Clint Hill rooftop
For the poonanny, I trooped the 3 out to new lots
Why your grandpa still rock two way pagers?
Fat Albert sweaters and too tight tapers
Dollar slices, breaking change
Stretched, weighed, measured
Let me put you on then
You know, our people gonna have to get called out then. I just wanna pass my strength on
Touch not my annoited
Nobody get locked up today. You hear me? Nobody
Well it's like that. Like that? [?]
Hitting to the root, salute
Turn me loose, I'm too juiced
Ghost rode the coupe, mini noose
Dangled from the rearview
Clear blue sky, coldest day of the year
Teeth chatter, crack your veneer
Speakin' ill of my name, 'tween the snare
Like summer rain drop, bleached black tank top
Throwin' my meat hooks
The jazz is free, the noise is love
You wear me out, I drag my tongue
Molasses slow, still kept my Timbs on
Fastest path to head crack, weightless
Baby arе you tapin', lookin' ass
Scrape your face to this
I raise thе spliff, silver haze and sour mix
I'm in the flower district
Hit me when you get this message
Pol Pot float on black hoodie
Fully loaded in the east
Everybody need a piece
Take it how you want it
Flippin' quarters, top of the backboard, crazy hop
That's a fact, lord
I puked on the platform and seen a neighbor get his king's tax
My neighbor drinks Coors in a can and cleans chicken
Shot spider sensors out on pickin'
No red light, they listenin'
Polo fisherman [?] tilted
Past wilted rose scattered memorial
Rat stuck out of the building
Niggas is a beautiful thing
I kept my page and it came before Columbus with a collard green leaf
I buy pineapple nutcrackers on the C train
And God, I was still dreamin'
Openin' that door, seein' that plane careen into tower
Real time view from a Clint Hill rooftop
For the poonanny, I trooped the 3 out to new lots
Why your grandpa still rock two way pagers?
Fat Albert sweaters and too tight tapers
Dollar slices, breaking change
Stretched, weighed, measured
Let me put you on then
You know, our people gonna have to get called out then. I just wanna pass my strength on
Touch not my annoited
Nobody get locked up today. You hear me? Nobody
Well it's like that. Like that? [?]