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knoyze - initiation lyrics

your big forehead ass
old pregnant forehead ass
eating for two, nah
thinking for two head ass
man, why you bring this n+gga here
he ain’t ready

here we come y’all
here we come
here we come y’all
here we come
here we come y’all
here we come
here we come y’all
here we go

the window tint don’t mean i have ill intent
i cruise the scrip close by the sand with guest
ain’t with the mess play sick i’ll clear yo chest
your muse is next shorty gotta use her neck
a pro with technique made my soul eject
i tossed it back knoyze made a 3 in fact
swish the net ray bron and wade effect
the heat collects and burst under pressure, correct? (yeah, i guess)
the grand scheme of everything is defend dreams
until the last breath we breathe
all we need is faith big as mustard seed
no good deed goes unseen and i’m no good
for you and these neck of the woods
the pecking order is mutated metamorphosis
i met my daughter and i realized
she’s gonna need me before i jump ship
so from the hip i’ll pop sh+t like chiropractors
or john witherspoon say action we active
for the right amount of cheese i’m macin
the only way you’ll stretch it if it’s acrobatic
microphone wireless you won’t get slack from me
tax free
man, just because this n+gga struggling
he wanna try and turn to the streets and eat with the big dogs
somebody take this puppy back to the pound
you know what you’re getting yourself into n+gga?
n+gga we’re ’bout to beat the breaks off your ass

here we come y’all
here we come
here we come y’all
here we come
here we come y’all
here we come
here we come y’all
here we go

i feel like i need to get back to my black roots
never let a p+wn take a step in a queen’s shoe
never rise a arm at the cook that feeds you
‘less you need to fire the chef
making the mess (true)
no stress and no doubt in my future
ima leave it in gods hands
so karma gon shoot ya
them head shots took like a photograph
a focused path shows boat loads
of blue face cash
put in work or you get ass out
don’t ask for a handout
the most you can get is a gram shout
man down sleeping on me i guess
the piece i grip will shred you
like the sheet i rip
provide lip then you gotta meet my fist
your presence sent back like you ain’t my gift
slow down y’all acting like i ate milage
get my drift? stop me when i don’t make sense
hold up

- knoyze lyrics

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