NTRGIA by Khama (US) Lyrics
[Verse]
Greatest metaphor I ever heard was complex, but slightly unresolved
Written by sleight of hand that left that writing on the wall
What's a king to a subject, subject to a predicate
They set the scene, who the suspect? Bet I do one better, shit
That's the challenge, medicine on the counter
Many a person wanting weight, TEC'll leave 'em unbalanced
Scaled it down to a sciеnce, made its rounds on papyrus
A chisel-tip or a stylus, a riddlе, blood-soaked alliance
A little gun-smokin' silencer
Hit list, check off an item
A 'mil a resident, hiding in his two-tone Chevrolet, rifling through the dash in the single-level apartment
It's dark and the engine's idling
Headlights flicker then dim twice, [?] lead pipe
[?]
Killers in plain sight
Can't find shit if it save lives [?]
Nickel plate nine C in the door
The Chevy park in front, the door opens
From the waist up, the shadow that spark the blunt up
Laid eyes through the windshield, the light reflected the wrist
The bezel, he recognized it, looked down and then kept on rifling
Looked up, it was right beside him, felt his sides itch
Lookin' callous
His heart fell through his stomach, his tongue tasted metallic
Niggas, what up, their voice like a ghost or something
He muttered [?] no one heard
His foot jerked, the gas-pedal sputtered like-
Greatest metaphor I ever heard was complex, but slightly unresolved
Written by sleight of hand that left that writing on the wall
What's a king to a subject, subject to a predicate
They set the scene, who the suspect? Bet I do one better, shit
That's the challenge, medicine on the counter
Many a person wanting weight, TEC'll leave 'em unbalanced
Scaled it down to a sciеnce, made its rounds on papyrus
A chisel-tip or a stylus, a riddlе, blood-soaked alliance
A little gun-smokin' silencer
Hit list, check off an item
A 'mil a resident, hiding in his two-tone Chevrolet, rifling through the dash in the single-level apartment
It's dark and the engine's idling
Headlights flicker then dim twice, [?] lead pipe
[?]
Killers in plain sight
Can't find shit if it save lives [?]
Nickel plate nine C in the door
The Chevy park in front, the door opens
From the waist up, the shadow that spark the blunt up
Laid eyes through the windshield, the light reflected the wrist
The bezel, he recognized it, looked down and then kept on rifling
Looked up, it was right beside him, felt his sides itch
Lookin' callous
His heart fell through his stomach, his tongue tasted metallic
Niggas, what up, their voice like a ghost or something
He muttered [?] no one heard
His foot jerked, the gas-pedal sputtered like-