Enonymous - Son Lyrics

It's the illest son of Dominican immigrants who be packing the
Loaded lyrical Dillinger, come at your neck like Dracula
Back with a phat rap, I get dapped 'cuz of my vernacular
Slapping 'em like my mother's flick of the wrist with a spatula
Flick of the wrist quicker than Peter Parker, spectacular
Got in the lab then got bit by a rap tarantula
The sixth Deadly Venom, I black on 'em when they acting up
Throwing hands like Honda, he Japanese like a Acura
Ninja please, I attack with the speed and grace of a violin
Learn how to use your words, it ain't worth it to act violent
The son of He who is everything, but I came up from nothing
For dinner I'm eating anything, thinking at least it's something
The son of save us from sin in a stunning suit on a Sunday
The son of yo watch ya head 'cuz he swinging a switch on Monday
Son of the stoop where they hid the stash in our knapsacks
Son of a snitch in blue wasn't checking the children's backpacks
Ayo son, what it is what it do
Tryin' to live, making moves yo you know how I do
Ayo son, what it is what it do
Tryin' to live, making moves yo you know how I do
Ayo son, what it is what it do
Tryin' to live, making moves yo you know how I do
The son of "what up son," I don't say it because it's cool
I was born and raised in The Heights where you run or they run your jewels
I made it through public school with a average above the average
Why they gassing all these rappers that mumble like it's a language
Any nigga try to bring it, they bringing death to they door
Like I rode in on a horse and roll in a group of four
Son of the double-edged sword, I go to war
With any son of a gun who turn they tongue against The Lord
Sea levels above the shore, the surface feel like the core
I knew the system was poor when I voted for Al Gore
The son of live in the sun 'cuz mi gente be from the island
Been vibing over these beats since MiGente, yo I was wilding
But let me catch my breath, and let your thoughts collect
Ain't tryin' to go over ya head, but yes I got to flex
Ayo I got this Flex, I'm dropping bombs like Jets
Until all that's left look like a Rorschach test
Ayo son, what it is what it do
Tryin' to live, making moves yo you know how I do
Ayo son, what it is what it do
Tryin' to live, making moves yo you know how I do
Ayo son, what it is what it do
Tryin' to live, making moves yo you know how I do
Son of succumbing to seduction from a serpent
The earth is a living network that's grounded in open circuits
The current's currently frozen, ain't flowing because it's open
The Son of the source of power was broken so He could close it
Like Moses in front the ocean, a way was made for slaves
They came up outta Egypt, but today we still in chains
The son of I only pray that I'm safe and that I'm paid
But Jesus was put to death with less than with what He came
Son of living with shame, I'm playing all types of games
A son of I'm tired of playing, my brain going insane
Son of Andy Dufresne, I'm kneeling down in the rain
My freedom is Jesus breathing, revealing he beat the grave
Son of redemption, a Savior with no exceptions
Accepted us and the death of us so we could see ascension
The son of we isn't perfect, but we live with purpose
The moment we think we dig it, we barely scratching the surface
Ayo son, what it is what it do
Tryin' to live, making moves yo you know how I do
Ayo son, what it is what it do
Tryin' to live, making moves yo you know how I do
Ayo son, what it is what it do
Tryin' to live, making moves yo you know how I do
Ayo son, what it is what it do
Tryin' to live, making moves yo you know how I do