Subliminals by Tyrone Williams Lyrics
[Verse 1: Tyrone Williams]
Yeah I block shit
The blunt gets split
Chitter-chatter fueled with the wrong info
He knows, you know, one card left like uno
The ace up the sleeve
Always fuckin knew these would go switching on me
Subliminal messages tellin me that it was all a dream
It's getting dark, I think it's time to sleep
Standing tall like 6 feet
I do this shit for a living, every day of the week
I'll call keith, and double the rages
Struggling to find this identity, so I flip the pages
Gotta do things in stages
Except for kickin ass
Rewinding the future to rewrite my past
Shit was nice, but now shits changed
Me and Sebastan here to rearrange the game
[Verse 2: Sebastian Dark]
General subliminals, ready for war with syllables
These mother fuckers out here treating Sebastian like a criminal
Even though I do think about dark stuff but I never do it in real life
Only for self defense or when I have my cosmic times
Navigators and Escalades sittin on the blades
Ace of Spades, I'm ready for war but i'm ready for money and fame
So insane, how can you be dark when you're whiter than cocaine?
Not ashamed, I create fire like when you shoot up a propane
And stand up right next to a tree
No matter who them other dudes think they might be
Chillin with my gang sippin on that Hennessy
You're messing with the wrong one now you wishing for a treaty
It's for the seven y'all, live like my five degree
All I see is greens like Troy Woods 10 acre lawn
Got heat in my genes (jeans) like when the dryer's on
I create more fucking heat like when the fryer's on
Get more hits than Barry Bonds
I shine brighter like when I put on my chain with the diamonds on
[Verse 3: Tyrone Williams]
I got dark things to think about
None of these people worth my time
Building my bank account, spitting every single line
I reached for the lighter than I crashed
I've been smoking all day but I'm hardly smashed
They gettin all in my face, talking bout it's going down
I been through war, so when the city burns down all the looters come around
I did this all to sign a deal
They get popped then they can't feel
I been laced with this game
Ever since the mailman came
So I deliver this like an attack
Popeyes, KFC, and violence yeah that Tyrone is back
Yeah I block shit
The blunt gets split
Chitter-chatter fueled with the wrong info
He knows, you know, one card left like uno
The ace up the sleeve
Always fuckin knew these would go switching on me
Subliminal messages tellin me that it was all a dream
It's getting dark, I think it's time to sleep
Standing tall like 6 feet
I do this shit for a living, every day of the week
I'll call keith, and double the rages
Struggling to find this identity, so I flip the pages
Gotta do things in stages
Except for kickin ass
Rewinding the future to rewrite my past
Shit was nice, but now shits changed
Me and Sebastan here to rearrange the game
[Verse 2: Sebastian Dark]
General subliminals, ready for war with syllables
These mother fuckers out here treating Sebastian like a criminal
Even though I do think about dark stuff but I never do it in real life
Only for self defense or when I have my cosmic times
Navigators and Escalades sittin on the blades
Ace of Spades, I'm ready for war but i'm ready for money and fame
So insane, how can you be dark when you're whiter than cocaine?
Not ashamed, I create fire like when you shoot up a propane
And stand up right next to a tree
No matter who them other dudes think they might be
Chillin with my gang sippin on that Hennessy
You're messing with the wrong one now you wishing for a treaty
It's for the seven y'all, live like my five degree
All I see is greens like Troy Woods 10 acre lawn
Got heat in my genes (jeans) like when the dryer's on
I create more fucking heat like when the fryer's on
Get more hits than Barry Bonds
I shine brighter like when I put on my chain with the diamonds on
[Verse 3: Tyrone Williams]
I got dark things to think about
None of these people worth my time
Building my bank account, spitting every single line
I reached for the lighter than I crashed
I've been smoking all day but I'm hardly smashed
They gettin all in my face, talking bout it's going down
I been through war, so when the city burns down all the looters come around
I did this all to sign a deal
They get popped then they can't feel
I been laced with this game
Ever since the mailman came
So I deliver this like an attack
Popeyes, KFC, and violence yeah that Tyrone is back