Quiet Storm OTM Remix by OneTakeDrew Lyrics
This is hip-hop get a fix of the real
Define real? It's the shit you can feel
Somebody pitch him a deal
I'm bout my dividends and Benjamin's still
Throw me the mills, I'ma think on that
Won't hit the field if the play-calls wack
Can't be blinded by the mula you can bank on that
If it feel like god’s will then I can't go flat
I was dealing wit some jokers, now my face-cards stacked
I gotta team full of KINGS
Perfect picture wit the words so it seems like a meme
Subject, predicate, and verb have you seein what I'm mean
Ahhh, yeah
I'm obscene with the schemes
Carousene on the brain
I'ma dream till it's seen in real life
Someone get the reverend and will right
Make sure that the letter is sealed tight
I keep 187'n steel mics
My melanin lil bright
That pot they called black like the kettle was built white
Won't let up for dear life
Might set up a kill strike
Quit meddling with medicine I'm helping em heal right
No evident impediments I'm better than Bill Nye
Build my, knowledge off defiance of just staying blind
I'm talking science and divine at the same time
Like fuck compliance that's the sign of a slave mind
Say rhymes without a degree, try to balance my sleep
But stay woke and hope that talent succeeds
Make all the doubters believe
I'm way outta your league
The flow cold don't you battle the breeze
The devolution of, Adam and Eve picking apple from tree
Nobody askin who done planted the seed
But boy you're challenging me
Bitch you gone crazy
Count ya blessings must be drunk just get home safely
Smith & Wesson, I'm a gun taken off safety
Turn the rest to Peeping-Tom's cause they saw him changing, the game
Hope they gon remember the name
But forget a nigga’s face, I ain't one for the fame
They told the mane "hold, wait" now my gainz on Bane
Set a blaze on page can't no cage hold flames boy!
Define real? It's the shit you can feel
Somebody pitch him a deal
I'm bout my dividends and Benjamin's still
Throw me the mills, I'ma think on that
Won't hit the field if the play-calls wack
Can't be blinded by the mula you can bank on that
If it feel like god’s will then I can't go flat
I was dealing wit some jokers, now my face-cards stacked
I gotta team full of KINGS
Perfect picture wit the words so it seems like a meme
Subject, predicate, and verb have you seein what I'm mean
Ahhh, yeah
I'm obscene with the schemes
Carousene on the brain
I'ma dream till it's seen in real life
Someone get the reverend and will right
Make sure that the letter is sealed tight
I keep 187'n steel mics
My melanin lil bright
That pot they called black like the kettle was built white
Won't let up for dear life
Might set up a kill strike
Quit meddling with medicine I'm helping em heal right
No evident impediments I'm better than Bill Nye
Build my, knowledge off defiance of just staying blind
I'm talking science and divine at the same time
Like fuck compliance that's the sign of a slave mind
Say rhymes without a degree, try to balance my sleep
But stay woke and hope that talent succeeds
Make all the doubters believe
I'm way outta your league
The flow cold don't you battle the breeze
The devolution of, Adam and Eve picking apple from tree
Nobody askin who done planted the seed
But boy you're challenging me
Bitch you gone crazy
Count ya blessings must be drunk just get home safely
Smith & Wesson, I'm a gun taken off safety
Turn the rest to Peeping-Tom's cause they saw him changing, the game
Hope they gon remember the name
But forget a nigga’s face, I ain't one for the fame
They told the mane "hold, wait" now my gainz on Bane
Set a blaze on page can't no cage hold flames boy!