Wakanda Objects by Kelvin Vercetti Lyrics
[Verse 1]
What kinda magic are we cooking in the studio
This that classic, you can hear it's beautiful
These artifacts, Wakanda Objects
Picture an intelligent black man making all kinds of profit
F*** all the propaganda that'll tell you ganja is toxic
That's a lie, sh*t
It's a plant, it's a herb
I'm a man on the verge
Of achieving the impossible
You can never kill me, my frequencies unstoppable
No L's for me, I'm reaching for the W's
Achieving every obstacle and constantly repeating the impossible
I'm going ape sh*t in the building
F*** all your standars, we could takе it past the limit
Y'all niggas mumbling, you sounding basic with a gimmick
Vercetti is a Pharoah writing anciеnt hieroglyphics
You niggas child's play to King Kong
Y'all came to play, I came to violate and destroy
[Verse 2]
Intelligent spitter slash vocal recorder
I started this sh*t with no hope or supporters
Bring back that African Unity, let us open the borders
I wanna go paranormal and see a ghost on the corner
I'm talking Rolls Royce not Cassper Ghostbusters
Grab a hoe, cuff her
Spit hot sh*t like edible magma
Mechanical rupture
Botanical gardener with syllable structures
I'm the black African, the holy Shaman no denying
Cooking up a dose that'll give Mr Bones arthritis
That's a bar, prolly went over your head
Manifest your words like you casting up a spell
[Verse 3]
I don't think you got the fitness to be lifting heavy bars
I could shatter your existence and just kill you with a sentence
Like the sh*t that you been sipping
Is a remedy for cough, you not familiar with these bars
Ain't caught a felony before
And I'm only twenty four and my lyric packed with content
Giving you the truth, is the mission I embark in
I can see the future, got visionary optics
To the rap culture, those gimmicks are an offense
You ain't got nun, you a feminine apostle
I guess that's why you mumbling and limiting the process
You want it? Go get it, stop wishing that you got it
I'm the black Anunaki singing all the gospels
What kinda magic are we cooking in the studio
This that classic, you can hear it's beautiful
These artifacts, Wakanda Objects
Picture an intelligent black man making all kinds of profit
F*** all the propaganda that'll tell you ganja is toxic
That's a lie, sh*t
It's a plant, it's a herb
I'm a man on the verge
Of achieving the impossible
You can never kill me, my frequencies unstoppable
No L's for me, I'm reaching for the W's
Achieving every obstacle and constantly repeating the impossible
I'm going ape sh*t in the building
F*** all your standars, we could takе it past the limit
Y'all niggas mumbling, you sounding basic with a gimmick
Vercetti is a Pharoah writing anciеnt hieroglyphics
You niggas child's play to King Kong
Y'all came to play, I came to violate and destroy
[Verse 2]
Intelligent spitter slash vocal recorder
I started this sh*t with no hope or supporters
Bring back that African Unity, let us open the borders
I wanna go paranormal and see a ghost on the corner
I'm talking Rolls Royce not Cassper Ghostbusters
Grab a hoe, cuff her
Spit hot sh*t like edible magma
Mechanical rupture
Botanical gardener with syllable structures
I'm the black African, the holy Shaman no denying
Cooking up a dose that'll give Mr Bones arthritis
That's a bar, prolly went over your head
Manifest your words like you casting up a spell
[Verse 3]
I don't think you got the fitness to be lifting heavy bars
I could shatter your existence and just kill you with a sentence
Like the sh*t that you been sipping
Is a remedy for cough, you not familiar with these bars
Ain't caught a felony before
And I'm only twenty four and my lyric packed with content
Giving you the truth, is the mission I embark in
I can see the future, got visionary optics
To the rap culture, those gimmicks are an offense
You ain't got nun, you a feminine apostle
I guess that's why you mumbling and limiting the process
You want it? Go get it, stop wishing that you got it
I'm the black Anunaki singing all the gospels