Uncharted by Tyrone Williams Lyrics
[Intro]
God damn man these mother fuckers really be chasing me like that
Hey Sebastian, Keith get over here man
We gotta run from these people man
I put some KFC out there to bait em’
[Verse 1: Tyrone Williams]
Lately always runnin from ladies
Six feet under, pushin up daisies
I know you gotta get your hustle on
Why close my eyes? I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
So he dialed the number but he failed to see
The streets is blazing, Tyrone hot as can be
Spent every day of my life just tryin to get cash
Finally made it past and you can get the whole nine, talk trash
No hatred, cause Jack sits home and prays to the Lord
Sky dive into court, recordin then win an award
Security alert, we have intruders on the premises
But the spirits followed us speaking subliminal messages
Power is equipped and it won't go now
Look up, look right, and don't look down
I'm Astronomical I own this fuckin town
Yeah man I own this fuckin town
The sirens sound, oh shit hope we ain't found
But I sure as hell remember that sound
Pick ya game up, and don't fuck around
Pull out the strap and I start bustin
Like I been this powerful I ain't owe y'all nothing
I want our corner back, home town, home team rule
We gon catch you slippin fool
And don't fucking cry when the shit hits ya face
One week later and we lower you in ya grave
[SKIT]
Ah shit, ay Sebastian get over man
We boutta get caught man
Ay keith you too get yo big ass over here too man
God damn, we in uncharted territory...
[Verse 2: Tyrone Williams]
Tattoo of a teardrop under my eye
Sike man I ain't really bout that life
Because that shit a straight up lie
Ain't killed nobody ain't stole no man's wife
And everyday that I'm living my best life
Training wheels on, I don't ever wanna fall
But then I elevated, glory echos the hall
Ya got to feel me, I pop a wheelie
Folks thinkin' they hot, but they not really
I'm buildin these instumentals, and kill them with brilliant rhymes
Uncharted territory, breaking all crime
Got fifty percent of us shady
In the paint that boy is a baby
My style's vernacular, some call it spectacular
Stands between the extremes of sacred and secular
Skip the fiction, get on with the facts
With that BS, YRNK that bum wack
Yo wheres ya rhyme tell me something that you think got beat
And they'll jump on a beat
Y'all better run, in three, two, one
Y'all won't be happy when Tyrone is done
Shady just giving you what you want
Conducting, instructing, you won't need to move
Never cry when you win only when you lose
[Outro]
Ay Keith ay Sebastian look over there man there's an exit!
Ay we gotta go quick tho they on to us, I put some more KFC traps out there we gotta go!
Man stop calling Asia we don't got time for that we gotta go!
Fuck man I don’t know if we gonna make it
God damn man these mother fuckers really be chasing me like that
Hey Sebastian, Keith get over here man
We gotta run from these people man
I put some KFC out there to bait em’
[Verse 1: Tyrone Williams]
Lately always runnin from ladies
Six feet under, pushin up daisies
I know you gotta get your hustle on
Why close my eyes? I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
So he dialed the number but he failed to see
The streets is blazing, Tyrone hot as can be
Spent every day of my life just tryin to get cash
Finally made it past and you can get the whole nine, talk trash
No hatred, cause Jack sits home and prays to the Lord
Sky dive into court, recordin then win an award
Security alert, we have intruders on the premises
But the spirits followed us speaking subliminal messages
Power is equipped and it won't go now
Look up, look right, and don't look down
I'm Astronomical I own this fuckin town
Yeah man I own this fuckin town
The sirens sound, oh shit hope we ain't found
But I sure as hell remember that sound
Pick ya game up, and don't fuck around
Pull out the strap and I start bustin
Like I been this powerful I ain't owe y'all nothing
I want our corner back, home town, home team rule
We gon catch you slippin fool
And don't fucking cry when the shit hits ya face
One week later and we lower you in ya grave
[SKIT]
Ah shit, ay Sebastian get over man
We boutta get caught man
Ay keith you too get yo big ass over here too man
God damn, we in uncharted territory...
[Verse 2: Tyrone Williams]
Tattoo of a teardrop under my eye
Sike man I ain't really bout that life
Because that shit a straight up lie
Ain't killed nobody ain't stole no man's wife
And everyday that I'm living my best life
Training wheels on, I don't ever wanna fall
But then I elevated, glory echos the hall
Ya got to feel me, I pop a wheelie
Folks thinkin' they hot, but they not really
I'm buildin these instumentals, and kill them with brilliant rhymes
Uncharted territory, breaking all crime
Got fifty percent of us shady
In the paint that boy is a baby
My style's vernacular, some call it spectacular
Stands between the extremes of sacred and secular
Skip the fiction, get on with the facts
With that BS, YRNK that bum wack
Yo wheres ya rhyme tell me something that you think got beat
And they'll jump on a beat
Y'all better run, in three, two, one
Y'all won't be happy when Tyrone is done
Shady just giving you what you want
Conducting, instructing, you won't need to move
Never cry when you win only when you lose
[Outro]
Ay Keith ay Sebastian look over there man there's an exit!
Ay we gotta go quick tho they on to us, I put some more KFC traps out there we gotta go!
Man stop calling Asia we don't got time for that we gotta go!
Fuck man I don’t know if we gonna make it