Kevlaar 7 - Nothing Like It (feat. The Wisemen) Lyrics

Yeah, ayo man, what up to my Wisemen God

Check the mode of the scene,
Blow smelly skunk, chicken wings
Meat hooks hellified rhyme
My shit basic laced with eights silly
I live a lonely life, really, deboning phillies
Mad high mind that's willing, so I shock the world
Punch slap box with Earl
Shot him watch him twirl
Like whirlwinds into a curl
More than mediocre
My rap score track from darkness
Tracks is heartless
I'm a dog shit regardless
Fly from what you thinkin
The God Pa up in his Lincoln, swervin' and drinkin
Dramatic smashing on the set, ruckus
Mad havoc on the set, drugs and sex
Techs who like to flex
Catch a gun at your neck

It's none other the gun buster, I burn rubber
Might look alike, but ain't never been the same brother
I'm so distant headbutt with the stars
Pacing short like the wick on a scorched candlestick
I burn like a cigarillo, far from the average fellow
So mellow, frames form on the face
Check my posture, so stainless, keep the steel on my waist
My nigga Phillie out, now I feel we back in the race
Iron gold, never fold from day one
I've been about a bankroll asshole
What you think I'm here for

I try to be an example for my kids, if I never did
Even though I didn't live righteous, and kinda slid
Motivate, illuminate, bring them out the dark
Where your heart at? I hid it in a pool of sharks
Seesaw emotions, I could never hold in
Felt closed in, cops patrollin
I'm still rollin
Sellin dope, was my only way to make cream
Felony charges made me abandon my dreams
Twelve-step programs and hopes to sober up
You only live once, it got me to open up
Pops was an alcoholic, he often made me
Nervous to my stomach, hated to see him comin' in
For nothin he beat me,
Retreated to the streets where they would tease me
It wasn't easy, the preacher couldn't reach me
Moms never knew, what I was really goin' through
All the fights I was get into, not knowin' I had issues
Anger management just wasn't available
That's water under the bridge, I had to turn the tables
For my daughter, my adopted son
Made me think, without a shrink
Round and round like a skating rink

It's like pacin' on the clouds with granddad
Explainin' the sole trouble had
On point directions
Explainin' my God-like reflection
Introspective livin' through my seeds
Believe I'll live forever
Grandmoms told us, but we live it to the sixth powers
Reefer and afros, now it's Kush and plateaus
That never end, shadows that never bend
Touchin' the sunrise, my own mic realized my king status
Hold a Spike Lee ratchet, snap a Kodak
And see how reality slap ya
Sippin' boomerang, elders say I'm trippin
Doin' my thing, we all camouflaged in the bing
Because we all the same, in the land of the lost
It's the cost of livin', niggas was born by the river
I was born dyin', but life I was givin
Holdin' my steel is primitive, but imperative
Water is wet and I'm a derelict
Schemin' in the streets, f*ck takin' a knee
I stand on my two feet, had the heat pointed at me
Saw my past and the present, future king
I lost one ballot by a bullet
Caused a riot to pull it with my gorillas
The world will feel us