Heisenberg October by Emil2da Lyrics
Ok my shit so Pure , It’ll be crystalized
You know I’m on my Walter White
All my junkies will be thuggin’, Guess who's gonna die ?
You know I’m on my
Walter White
I got my mind on my money and I hide it at my house
You know I’m on my Walter
White
Ok this shit is so retarded like it came out of my balls
You know I’m on my
Walter White
Ok the recipe is over , the business is undercover
I’m cooking for all the
Addicts, and sell products at the corners
My improvement makes a movement
And a lot of new opponents
Bring some mullah to the hood and achieve what I have promised
Every genius has their problems , but the art be crossing borders
So instead
Of bitch and whine
I’m at the lab making some progress
You better know my name , and the fact that I'm the danger
Everyone is a
Stranger when I work to get my paper
Go and call a saviour
I got my detonator
And so many pounds that I might
Just kill my neighbours
I know that you be nervous, If my killers pull their triggers
While I be
Watching the news, Sitting down with the familia
Hold Up
The revolution is televised
You know I’m on my Walter White
I’m getting my own dough , fuck a 9 to 5
You know I’m on my Walter White
All my junkies will be thuggin , guess who's gonna die
You know I’m on my
Walter White
I got my mind on my money and I hide it at my house
You know
I’m on my Walter White
Better yet I’m Heisenberg , just shot a photographer
Ain't that shit ironic , getting rings faster than Sonic
My motives are really loco
I’m moving , burning that oil
Got the haters
Steaming cause my homies getting spoiled
If you talk about our shit, you should talk about our realness
If you need
A
Model, you should talk about my bitches
Hip-hop is the culture and the life of my fucking business
Don’t disrespect
It
You 'll get ejected
I’m the definition of technician, the best cook up in the kitchen
The producers that I work with
Hit so hard you'll get amnesia
Like every
Politician , once they step up into office
I ain't here to help , I’m just
Here to make a profit
Start a fucking Mosh pit
(Start that shit)
Play your fucking trumpets
(Bow your heads)
Every time we in the
Building
Hands up to the ceiling
First we get our money right
Ain't
That shit appealing
Bitch I’m on My Walter White
So you'll know That I be Breaking Bad
Hire
Some Jesses, give them a gun
Turn Up the Mike , Better Call Saul
Ooh Ooh Here we go
Started as a fan on the line to Watch the Throne
I just live up in the moment , snap after my poem
How should I stop?
Distribution keeps on growing
Started from the Bottom
Police can taste my scrotum
I’m swerving the Uncles Hanks
And the homies
That wants my lotto
You bitches be Quasimodo
Enough rope to hang their selves
I’m looking forward to the top
You keep on driving on reverse like
Aaaaaaaaaaaaah
Just let it out
My paranoia got lawyers
And demons ready to shout
I got a couple of minutes
I figure should burn them out
This shit is louder and louder
Nobody can stop us now
Shut the Fuck Up when I’m talking
I’m Knocking whatever’s blocking
My way , my lane , my brain , my dick is
What I stuck in
When I’m fucking my wife , and yes I’m living life
Why don’t you swallow you tears and my Crystal Meth rap
You know I’m on
My Walter White(x4
You know I’m on my Walter White
All my junkies will be thuggin’, Guess who's gonna die ?
You know I’m on my
Walter White
I got my mind on my money and I hide it at my house
You know I’m on my Walter
White
Ok this shit is so retarded like it came out of my balls
You know I’m on my
Walter White
Ok the recipe is over , the business is undercover
I’m cooking for all the
Addicts, and sell products at the corners
My improvement makes a movement
And a lot of new opponents
Bring some mullah to the hood and achieve what I have promised
Every genius has their problems , but the art be crossing borders
So instead
Of bitch and whine
I’m at the lab making some progress
You better know my name , and the fact that I'm the danger
Everyone is a
Stranger when I work to get my paper
Go and call a saviour
I got my detonator
And so many pounds that I might
Just kill my neighbours
I know that you be nervous, If my killers pull their triggers
While I be
Watching the news, Sitting down with the familia
Hold Up
The revolution is televised
You know I’m on my Walter White
I’m getting my own dough , fuck a 9 to 5
You know I’m on my Walter White
All my junkies will be thuggin , guess who's gonna die
You know I’m on my
Walter White
I got my mind on my money and I hide it at my house
You know
I’m on my Walter White
Better yet I’m Heisenberg , just shot a photographer
Ain't that shit ironic , getting rings faster than Sonic
My motives are really loco
I’m moving , burning that oil
Got the haters
Steaming cause my homies getting spoiled
If you talk about our shit, you should talk about our realness
If you need
A
Model, you should talk about my bitches
Hip-hop is the culture and the life of my fucking business
Don’t disrespect
It
You 'll get ejected
I’m the definition of technician, the best cook up in the kitchen
The producers that I work with
Hit so hard you'll get amnesia
Like every
Politician , once they step up into office
I ain't here to help , I’m just
Here to make a profit
Start a fucking Mosh pit
(Start that shit)
Play your fucking trumpets
(Bow your heads)
Every time we in the
Building
Hands up to the ceiling
First we get our money right
Ain't
That shit appealing
Bitch I’m on My Walter White
So you'll know That I be Breaking Bad
Hire
Some Jesses, give them a gun
Turn Up the Mike , Better Call Saul
Ooh Ooh Here we go
Started as a fan on the line to Watch the Throne
I just live up in the moment , snap after my poem
How should I stop?
Distribution keeps on growing
Started from the Bottom
Police can taste my scrotum
I’m swerving the Uncles Hanks
And the homies
That wants my lotto
You bitches be Quasimodo
Enough rope to hang their selves
I’m looking forward to the top
You keep on driving on reverse like
Aaaaaaaaaaaaah
Just let it out
My paranoia got lawyers
And demons ready to shout
I got a couple of minutes
I figure should burn them out
This shit is louder and louder
Nobody can stop us now
Shut the Fuck Up when I’m talking
I’m Knocking whatever’s blocking
My way , my lane , my brain , my dick is
What I stuck in
When I’m fucking my wife , and yes I’m living life
Why don’t you swallow you tears and my Crystal Meth rap
You know I’m on
My Walter White(x4