Boom, nigga
Ayt, ayt
Clap clap your hands
Screaming "I'm back!"
As if you know who I am
Guess it's in advance
I'm on three feet when I land
See me mixing my coffee better wih one hand
It's all a stream or a strand
If you know what I mean
Spitting sixteens since I was thirteen
Plus three then you plus me
Twenty-one plus sixteen
So a three to seven wouldn't hurt me
And you pleading with life
Like "please dont merk me"
I just say "wassup G"
To the energies that ain't trustworthy
You ain't never gon' hit the blunt
Mick homie called it a Percy
So I pulled out my wallet
Dare anyone who try'na get walloped
With a barely graduated scholar
Who calls nobody 'Your Honour'
Ngoba i'jel ayikho grand
Nobody keeping it fresher than me
Unless it's Dapper Dan
Or Finding Nemo's flapper, man
I'm hacked to that extent
I barely talk about it, man
Yo, and I see that you don't believe me
And find it barely intrguing
When you fall into your overplayed instinct
That show nothing but failure and the retrograde
Got played like its a player on Xbox
Nice to meet ya'
You get to choose a name with a predetermined demanour
But it all makes sense now
Let the oily canvas go, yeah
Yo, fall into the trap of feeling better
When you hit the dro'
But there's mo' to it
Nje nge sthuthuthu es'vaya kamnandi, sho
Ukhuluma ngathi awung'thandi, pho
Kodwa mina'zabalaza so
Yehlis'umoya, bro
Uthini no Pro?
Mina I'm the Escape Goat
Y'all call me Escapist
Why would I need a scape goat, if I'm always escaping?
These are the questions
Questions turn into fire lessons
Baptised in the water
So God chose to add some seconds
To my life, nigga
I let the oil run down the page
Burn the sage and probably land all my listeners in their graves
It's not about the money just about the money you made
Anything else is a handout
Call it a social wage
What can i say?
You gon' wan'na clap your hands now
Funny how I can do all that shit on demand now
AkTheEscapist - Oily Canvas Lyrics
AkTheEscapist - Oily Canvas Lyrics
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English
Boom, nigga
Ayt, ayt
Clap clap your hands
Screaming "I'm back!"
As if you know who I am
Guess it's in advance
I'm on three feet when I land
See me mixing my coffee better wih one hand
It's all a stream or a strand
If you know what I mean
Spitting sixteens since I was thirteen
Plus three then you plus me
Twenty-one plus sixteen
So a three to seven wouldn't hurt me
And you pleading with life
Like "please dont merk me"
I just say "wassup G"
To the energies that ain't trustworthy
You ain't never gon' hit the blunt
Mick homie called it a Percy
So I pulled out my wallet
Dare anyone who try'na get walloped
With a barely graduated scholar
Who calls nobody 'Your Honour'
Ngoba i'jel ayikho grand
Nobody keeping it fresher than me
Unless it's Dapper Dan
Or Finding Nemo's flapper, man
I'm hacked to that extent
I barely talk about it, man
Yo, and I see that you don't believe me
And find it barely intrguing
When you fall into your overplayed instinct
That show nothing but failure and the retrograde
Got played like its a player on Xbox
Nice to meet ya'
You get to choose a name with a predetermined demanour
But it all makes sense now
Let the oily canvas go, yeah
Yo, fall into the trap of feeling better
When you hit the dro'
But there's mo' to it
Nje nge sthuthuthu es'vaya kamnandi, sho
Ukhuluma ngathi awung'thandi, pho
Kodwa mina'zabalaza so
Yehlis'umoya, bro
Uthini no Pro?
Mina I'm the Escape Goat
Y'all call me Escapist
Why would I need a scape goat, if I'm always escaping?
These are the questions
Questions turn into fire lessons
Baptised in the water
So God chose to add some seconds
To my life, nigga
I let the oil run down the page
Burn the sage and probably land all my listeners in their graves
It's not about the money just about the money you made
Anything else is a handout
Call it a social wage
What can i say?
You gon' wan'na clap your hands now
Funny how I can do all that shit on demand now
Ayt, ayt
Clap clap your hands
Screaming "I'm back!"
As if you know who I am
Guess it's in advance
I'm on three feet when I land
See me mixing my coffee better wih one hand
It's all a stream or a strand
If you know what I mean
Spitting sixteens since I was thirteen
Plus three then you plus me
Twenty-one plus sixteen
So a three to seven wouldn't hurt me
And you pleading with life
Like "please dont merk me"
I just say "wassup G"
To the energies that ain't trustworthy
You ain't never gon' hit the blunt
Mick homie called it a Percy
So I pulled out my wallet
Dare anyone who try'na get walloped
With a barely graduated scholar
Who calls nobody 'Your Honour'
Ngoba i'jel ayikho grand
Nobody keeping it fresher than me
Unless it's Dapper Dan
Or Finding Nemo's flapper, man
I'm hacked to that extent
I barely talk about it, man
Yo, and I see that you don't believe me
And find it barely intrguing
When you fall into your overplayed instinct
That show nothing but failure and the retrograde
Got played like its a player on Xbox
Nice to meet ya'
You get to choose a name with a predetermined demanour
But it all makes sense now
Let the oily canvas go, yeah
Yo, fall into the trap of feeling better
When you hit the dro'
But there's mo' to it
Nje nge sthuthuthu es'vaya kamnandi, sho
Ukhuluma ngathi awung'thandi, pho
Kodwa mina'zabalaza so
Yehlis'umoya, bro
Uthini no Pro?
Mina I'm the Escape Goat
Y'all call me Escapist
Why would I need a scape goat, if I'm always escaping?
These are the questions
Questions turn into fire lessons
Baptised in the water
So God chose to add some seconds
To my life, nigga
I let the oil run down the page
Burn the sage and probably land all my listeners in their graves
It's not about the money just about the money you made
Anything else is a handout
Call it a social wage
What can i say?
You gon' wan'na clap your hands now
Funny how I can do all that shit on demand now
Writer: Akani Mthembi
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