Assassinated by Kaelar Lyrics
[Chorus]
The Wind just dropped, better go catch the breeze
Shoes up in my sweater, flip the kicks
Got tricks up in my sleeve
Oh please, I’ll be flying off, no catching up to me
Better hold on tight, ‘cuz you know
Once I get my trees, I’ll leave
Oh geez, dip me vat of acid, burn me third degree
Oakley’s, throwing shade upon the world, that’s not for me
Only darkest shade of bright applies to this Young G
Holy, is the spirit, I done found it finally
Half sedated track cremating
Pay someone to animate it
Pass, no patience, have to hatе it
I’m far from a fan of waiting
Facts are fading, fascinating
How a lie gets fabricatеd
Calculated, how I shoot my shot
The beat assassinated
[Verse]
I slice a track with stealth, young hitman
I be sneaking in, sneaking out, never failed a mission
I be scoping in, zooming, zooted, got aim, precision
All my kills only loosely proven, the trail is hidden
But the trail vicious, they dealers
Filled them up with painkillers
Shapeshifting, lane switching
Moments later, ain’t living
Murder murder, look into they eyes
And they just plain grinning
Chop ‘em up, delicious
Kicking back to see my plate filling
Shameless
Vibing like I’m faded
I be leaning back so far
Looks like I’m in the Matrix (uh)
Patience
Is the key while painting
Canvas dirty, but clean as fuck
‘cuz I’m writing stainless (uh)
Agitated
Can’t keep this hunger waiting
I done ate too many beats
Got crooked teeth, need braces (uh)
Faithless
My beliefs are ancient
Trust the river and my quiver
Blindly shooting, aimless
[Pre-Chorus]
I attack flows, backstroke, floating through the astro
Don’t need me a joint to laugh, ‘cuz all your songs a sad joke
Go back home, asshole, I don’t need no cash, bro
The fuck is you chasing, need some passion in yo’ craft, bro
[Chorus]
The Wind just dropped, better go catch the breeze
Shoes up in my sweater, flip the kicks
Got tricks up in my sleeve
Oh please, I’ll be flying off, no catching up to me
Better hold on tight, ‘cuz you know
Once I get my trees, I’ll leave
Oh geez, dip me vat of acid, burn me third degree
Oakley’s, throwing shade upon the world, that’s not for me
Only darkest shade of bright applies to this Young G
Holy, is the spirit, I done found it finally
Half sedated track cremating
Pay someone to animate it
Pass, no patience, have to hate it
I’m far from a fan of waiting
Facts are fading, fascinating
How a lie gets fabricated
Calculated, how I shoot my shot
The beat assassinated
The Wind just dropped, better go catch the breeze
Shoes up in my sweater, flip the kicks
Got tricks up in my sleeve
Oh please, I’ll be flying off, no catching up to me
Better hold on tight, ‘cuz you know
Once I get my trees, I’ll leave
Oh geez, dip me vat of acid, burn me third degree
Oakley’s, throwing shade upon the world, that’s not for me
Only darkest shade of bright applies to this Young G
Holy, is the spirit, I done found it finally
Half sedated track cremating
Pay someone to animate it
Pass, no patience, have to hatе it
I’m far from a fan of waiting
Facts are fading, fascinating
How a lie gets fabricatеd
Calculated, how I shoot my shot
The beat assassinated
[Verse]
I slice a track with stealth, young hitman
I be sneaking in, sneaking out, never failed a mission
I be scoping in, zooming, zooted, got aim, precision
All my kills only loosely proven, the trail is hidden
But the trail vicious, they dealers
Filled them up with painkillers
Shapeshifting, lane switching
Moments later, ain’t living
Murder murder, look into they eyes
And they just plain grinning
Chop ‘em up, delicious
Kicking back to see my plate filling
Shameless
Vibing like I’m faded
I be leaning back so far
Looks like I’m in the Matrix (uh)
Patience
Is the key while painting
Canvas dirty, but clean as fuck
‘cuz I’m writing stainless (uh)
Agitated
Can’t keep this hunger waiting
I done ate too many beats
Got crooked teeth, need braces (uh)
Faithless
My beliefs are ancient
Trust the river and my quiver
Blindly shooting, aimless
[Pre-Chorus]
I attack flows, backstroke, floating through the astro
Don’t need me a joint to laugh, ‘cuz all your songs a sad joke
Go back home, asshole, I don’t need no cash, bro
The fuck is you chasing, need some passion in yo’ craft, bro
[Chorus]
The Wind just dropped, better go catch the breeze
Shoes up in my sweater, flip the kicks
Got tricks up in my sleeve
Oh please, I’ll be flying off, no catching up to me
Better hold on tight, ‘cuz you know
Once I get my trees, I’ll leave
Oh geez, dip me vat of acid, burn me third degree
Oakley’s, throwing shade upon the world, that’s not for me
Only darkest shade of bright applies to this Young G
Holy, is the spirit, I done found it finally
Half sedated track cremating
Pay someone to animate it
Pass, no patience, have to hate it
I’m far from a fan of waiting
Facts are fading, fascinating
How a lie gets fabricated
Calculated, how I shoot my shot
The beat assassinated