Dilla flip by Eniakra Lyrics
[Verse:]
I feel niggas don't kick enough
Real shit to listen for
I reveal my feels and spill the whole cup
Mama gave me the name
Papa gave me the game
Told me don't fuck with you niggas
I don't hate, I create
Ok, I got it
Guided by the higher
These hoes go low on any nigga with a wallet
Ooh I
I got the product
That'll open up ya chakras
Soakin hella energy, that shit'll get you mopped up
Buck it
They bussing all my niggas so I'm bucking back
Fuck it
And yeah I'm on they head like a bucket hat
Run it
See I been seen da vision
An uncommon denomita (denominator)
When I was chef cookin, these niggas was eatin ramen lunch
I was makin rhyming lunch
Entree entendre, right hook, and sauce with a side of punch
Real work, get outflexed if you tryn' stunt
Or get ya light dimmed out if you fired up
See I been breaking down the math to a fine dust
Mastering my craft, and at last I have found love
So flavored, mo' catered
My soul's flava
If god got me then I ain't asking in no prayers
We at war and I warn you its territorial
Are you owning ya thoughts or you tortured by them controllin you?
Tearin you, torchin you
'Merica taught you to
Murder every sense of the god lurkin inside of you
But lemme kick that shit you need to learn though
The truth hurts quick but lies they burn slow
Yo
I just got in the yo and I slowing down none
What to drop first? I was lost, now I found some
And in the streets, they been talkin martial law
Just in case, now I'm learnin every martial art
Ahh
Mashallah, rest is just left to God
The power's in our palms, the actions in our walk nigga
[Hook:]
Eyes wide for things we don't see
When we don't mean the things that we think
Eyes wide for things we don't see
When we don't mean the thing that we speak
Eyes wide for things we don't see
When we don't mean the things that we think
Eyes wide for things we don't see
When we don't mean the thing that we speak
I feel niggas don't kick enough
Real shit to listen for
I reveal my feels and spill the whole cup
Mama gave me the name
Papa gave me the game
Told me don't fuck with you niggas
I don't hate, I create
Ok, I got it
Guided by the higher
These hoes go low on any nigga with a wallet
Ooh I
I got the product
That'll open up ya chakras
Soakin hella energy, that shit'll get you mopped up
Buck it
They bussing all my niggas so I'm bucking back
Fuck it
And yeah I'm on they head like a bucket hat
Run it
See I been seen da vision
An uncommon denomita (denominator)
When I was chef cookin, these niggas was eatin ramen lunch
I was makin rhyming lunch
Entree entendre, right hook, and sauce with a side of punch
Real work, get outflexed if you tryn' stunt
Or get ya light dimmed out if you fired up
See I been breaking down the math to a fine dust
Mastering my craft, and at last I have found love
So flavored, mo' catered
My soul's flava
If god got me then I ain't asking in no prayers
We at war and I warn you its territorial
Are you owning ya thoughts or you tortured by them controllin you?
Tearin you, torchin you
'Merica taught you to
Murder every sense of the god lurkin inside of you
But lemme kick that shit you need to learn though
The truth hurts quick but lies they burn slow
Yo
I just got in the yo and I slowing down none
What to drop first? I was lost, now I found some
And in the streets, they been talkin martial law
Just in case, now I'm learnin every martial art
Ahh
Mashallah, rest is just left to God
The power's in our palms, the actions in our walk nigga
[Hook:]
Eyes wide for things we don't see
When we don't mean the things that we think
Eyes wide for things we don't see
When we don't mean the thing that we speak
Eyes wide for things we don't see
When we don't mean the things that we think
Eyes wide for things we don't see
When we don't mean the thing that we speak