Boot Camp by Muze Sikk Lyrics
Bars like burs
Stay to sticking to a different cloth
Now you see me now you don’t
What you on?
Still spazzing
Was I due to let loose of the grip juice?
The loose screw canon shoots abandoned pollution at you
Damnit what’s your plan
You ain’t damaging us fam
We pull like whatever rock the party and chant chants
Salute champs
We ain’t going back with the forth
A bag and a fork
A quarter pound of passion and poise
Ya ya ya
One world
Wow
Welcome to the boot camp
If You ain’t offensive
You Take a L when your dues damp
We light up in a phantom
Pay the damages do a dance
And strike a little loving in your amiable lumens
They woke woke
But they broke broke
You some slow pokes
Get the whole loaf
See my face in a jiffy I’m booking flights in your city
I’m suicidal bout career endeavors
Call it a risk
Take it
I cold call tracks like it ain’t no thing
I master pieces with avid creases and laugh at your reasons
Salivate for the mixtape
Lake in a crate
That’s like ocean of thought
To a garden of snakes
Cmon
MFs is funny
Steady plotting on your briches better roll with the punches
I was brought up mind your business
Still in bed with ya dutchess
Weight of the worlds on my back like my shoulders is crutches
Coca Cola type mentality
Maintaining my brand baby
My band wavy
Davey Jones deep in the stanz baby
Proponents lacking
All my opponents slacking
Where you at with that action?
You ain’t matching with Cashis
Now
Pour a little pain in your venomous stain
His imminence is plagued with ambition to reign
I didn’t choose this path
The path chose me
I rose to the occasion
That’s for all to see
A little extra pepper for my harmonies
I know my way around these pagan homilies
Divine intervention
I was caught on my knees
This world made me a monster and my conscience a beast
Caught a sea
Honestly
Odd to see
On my odyssey
Ya
At this point whatever ammo they packing is more like gas to my ashes
It’s in the bag and the cash is
A side effect of attachments

Stay to sticking to a different cloth
Now you see me now you don’t
What you on?
Still spazzing
Was I due to let loose of the grip juice?
The loose screw canon shoots abandoned pollution at you
Damnit what’s your plan
You ain’t damaging us fam
We pull like whatever rock the party and chant chants
Salute champs
We ain’t going back with the forth
A bag and a fork
A quarter pound of passion and poise
Ya ya ya
One world
Wow
Welcome to the boot camp
If You ain’t offensive
You Take a L when your dues damp
We light up in a phantom
Pay the damages do a dance
And strike a little loving in your amiable lumens
They woke woke
But they broke broke
You some slow pokes
Get the whole loaf
See my face in a jiffy I’m booking flights in your city
I’m suicidal bout career endeavors
Call it a risk
Take it
I cold call tracks like it ain’t no thing
I master pieces with avid creases and laugh at your reasons
Salivate for the mixtape
Lake in a crate
That’s like ocean of thought
To a garden of snakes
Cmon
MFs is funny
Steady plotting on your briches better roll with the punches
I was brought up mind your business
Still in bed with ya dutchess
Weight of the worlds on my back like my shoulders is crutches
Coca Cola type mentality
Maintaining my brand baby
My band wavy
Davey Jones deep in the stanz baby
Proponents lacking
All my opponents slacking
Where you at with that action?
You ain’t matching with Cashis
Now
Pour a little pain in your venomous stain
His imminence is plagued with ambition to reign
I didn’t choose this path
The path chose me
I rose to the occasion
That’s for all to see
A little extra pepper for my harmonies
I know my way around these pagan homilies
Divine intervention
I was caught on my knees
This world made me a monster and my conscience a beast
Caught a sea
Honestly
Odd to see
On my odyssey
Ya
At this point whatever ammo they packing is more like gas to my ashes
It’s in the bag and the cash is
A side effect of attachments