The Eleventh Hour Interlude by Nvade Lyrics

[Verse 1: Nvade]

It feels so surreal this year, missing my achilles heels
Alice B.T rolled up fat like some Philly's meals, ah
Dust to dust kill and spray
Lucks enough to deal it straight
Go with how the crow flies
That's no lies to keep it straight
These niggas all thumbs, hands down so clumbsy
You better be about face and down yo' dumbies
I got an axe to grind and too many trees for killin'
Murder that pussy with a V, a V for villain, wussup!

[Interlude]

[Verse 2: Nvade]

Born with a mug and I'mma die by the sword
Heaven help us, hat in hand, we ride for our Lord (please)
How's it hanging? What it do?
Is it banging? Does it glue?
About last night: I was banging
Was it you?
I'm a man for all seasons, money hand over fist
Time to seize the moment, gold band over wrist
This shit's the real McCoy, yeah, I just set the table
Bout to catch some headlines but fuck it man, they know
[Interlude]

[Nvade: Talking]

Ight, I know I may sound cocky
But I'm just trying to make light
Out of a situation that could've been
Another American sob story
It's just an anthem man, it's almost to late to say it
But welcome to The Eleventh Hour yo!