30 Pieces of Silver by Ka Lyrics
[Intro: Sample & Ka]
I ain't sure how I made it
Truly I tell you, one of you is about to betray me
Judas! You traitor!
Caution kept me around, man
Had to be alert at all times
It's all truthful shit
It's how we do this shit
[Verse 1]
'Til them know the poet gems
Even kept loaded toast around closest friends
Why sulk, doing' sly maneuvres
Kept eyes open, hoping' the crew don't got a Judas
My word observe me, so at least you're familiar
In the ebb and flow, you never know who dirty, reaching' to kill ya
After feast go alert the Beast to reveal ya
While you sleep, turn you in for 30 pieces of silver
[Verse 2]
Clear future, past ruffled
Used to feel like every meal was Last Supper
As a novice, sold garbage, kept it under trash cover
Wild noise on our bullshit like cowboys as the calves suffer
By the end, out of ten, one make it out
Impatient chasing clout
Faith in your congregation, but some ain't devout
Team crumble when it slow and you only score on the humble
Shit critical, they getting you, they know where you storing your bundle
Swear you got the formula, but some ain't with the mixture
Built a framework so it hurt when they take you out the picture
Before you fought, you thought we was in it as a team
Same scrimmage dream, I guess the limit was the CREAM
Was a fighter, had to learn to be a lover
Trade a split-second of heaven for my eternity of gutter
From no hope, so provoke: I'm clapping you
I bark the darkest images, open your aperture
Loot course: brute force gain bricks to crush
Dying to get fly, cocaine was pixie dust
My hands on the metal
I pose for a 'Lo, fuck the Hansel & Gretel
'Til my marrow out the barrel, I'm spinning lead
In the parks low for harsh dough, no gingerbread
Pick a time or climate: my fellows in there scrambling
We popping, no more window shopping: jealous of the mannequin
I run the bleak streets, loaded chrome
Slung D, when you was 23 chromosomes
When I was dying on the iron horse
Fiending, dreaming of that flying Porsche
[Bridge]
I stand firm on the corner that I run in hostility
Possibility that morning never come
Never come
I stand firm on the corner that I run in hostility
Possibility that morning never come
May never come
[Outro]
30 pieces of silver
Watch for the Judas
30 pieces of silver
I ain't sure how I made it
Truly I tell you, one of you is about to betray me
Judas! You traitor!
Caution kept me around, man
Had to be alert at all times
It's all truthful shit
It's how we do this shit
[Verse 1]
'Til them know the poet gems
Even kept loaded toast around closest friends
Why sulk, doing' sly maneuvres
Kept eyes open, hoping' the crew don't got a Judas
My word observe me, so at least you're familiar
In the ebb and flow, you never know who dirty, reaching' to kill ya
After feast go alert the Beast to reveal ya
While you sleep, turn you in for 30 pieces of silver
[Verse 2]
Clear future, past ruffled
Used to feel like every meal was Last Supper
As a novice, sold garbage, kept it under trash cover
Wild noise on our bullshit like cowboys as the calves suffer
By the end, out of ten, one make it out
Impatient chasing clout
Faith in your congregation, but some ain't devout
Team crumble when it slow and you only score on the humble
Shit critical, they getting you, they know where you storing your bundle
Swear you got the formula, but some ain't with the mixture
Built a framework so it hurt when they take you out the picture
Before you fought, you thought we was in it as a team
Same scrimmage dream, I guess the limit was the CREAM
Was a fighter, had to learn to be a lover
Trade a split-second of heaven for my eternity of gutter
From no hope, so provoke: I'm clapping you
I bark the darkest images, open your aperture
Loot course: brute force gain bricks to crush
Dying to get fly, cocaine was pixie dust
My hands on the metal
I pose for a 'Lo, fuck the Hansel & Gretel
'Til my marrow out the barrel, I'm spinning lead
In the parks low for harsh dough, no gingerbread
Pick a time or climate: my fellows in there scrambling
We popping, no more window shopping: jealous of the mannequin
I run the bleak streets, loaded chrome
Slung D, when you was 23 chromosomes
When I was dying on the iron horse
Fiending, dreaming of that flying Porsche
[Bridge]
I stand firm on the corner that I run in hostility
Possibility that morning never come
Never come
I stand firm on the corner that I run in hostility
Possibility that morning never come
May never come
[Outro]
30 pieces of silver
Watch for the Judas
30 pieces of silver