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Blood in the Water Video (MV)




Performed By: Prowess the Testament
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Tia Abner




Prowess the Testament - Blood in the Water Lyrics




We are f*ckin' Delegation
Don't ask me what my muthaf*ckin' name is...You got it right here
Everybody wants to claim DC... don't know the history
Been here for six months, think they got some liberties, no authenticity
Screaming I'm so about my city, but quick to burn out faster than electricity
You never should've mentioned me, run around town, claiming to be renowned
Scrutinizing crowds, traitors to the queen, rebels to the crown
Shouts to PG County, my old regal stomping grounds
Grammar harder than Thor's hammer and anvil, substantive like Substantial
Grind gods into granules, couldn't walk a mile in my gladiator sandals
Prowess rock a crowd, even with a banjo, for example
I don't dick ride, or employ yes men, no exceptions
Dismiss sycophants and pretend veterans
Those that know the rhetoric, check the lettering, what's my preference
President's rule everything around my residence

I smell the blood in the water
We leading lambs to the slaughter
Laying Bricks to mortar as I build and then destroy 'em
I smell the blood in the water (huh)
I smell the blood in the water (yeah)
We leading lambs to the slaughter
Bricks to Mortar, I build and destroy 'em (yeah)
I smell the blood in the water

Believing they knew my attitude, but never really had a clue
Wrote me off for one of them drones haunting ya avenue
Clash at noon, cats turn cashews, gone nuts
That's why I treat emcees like red light district sluts
They so picky - and always show their hand
Pick a band, pick a man, still tryna pick a tan, might as well pick a stan...
Pick a bitch, pick a dick
Realistically, they shit to me, fail at logistics
F*ck these Meth head promoters
Get roasted like Raven-Symone versus Ann Coulter
And all her turncoats'll get choked... strep throat
Looting the culture, today you get exposed
So if you wanna step, get bent like end quotes
And to all y'all crews... whatever
Bring the best of your collective
I swear, I'll slay 'em until they extras (uh)
On the SET with no lines (yeah)
I fades 'em all at showtime (f*ck cosigns)

I smell the blood in the water
We leading lambs to the slaughter
Laying Bricks to mortar as I build and then destroy 'em
I smell the blood in the water (huh)
I smell the blood in the water (yeah)
We leading lambs to the slaughter
Bricks to Mortar, I build and destroy 'em (yeah)
I smell the blood in the water
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We are f*ckin' Delegation
Don't ask me what my muthaf*ckin' name is...You got it right here
Everybody wants to claim DC... don't know the history
Been here for six months, think they got some liberties, no authenticity
Screaming I'm so about my city, but quick to burn out faster than electricity
You never should've mentioned me, run around town, claiming to be renowned
Scrutinizing crowds, traitors to the queen, rebels to the crown
Shouts to PG County, my old regal stomping grounds
Grammar harder than Thor's hammer and anvil, substantive like Substantial
Grind gods into granules, couldn't walk a mile in my gladiator sandals
Prowess rock a crowd, even with a banjo, for example
I don't dick ride, or employ yes men, no exceptions
Dismiss sycophants and pretend veterans
Those that know the rhetoric, check the lettering, what's my preference
President's rule everything around my residence

I smell the blood in the water
We leading lambs to the slaughter
Laying Bricks to mortar as I build and then destroy 'em
I smell the blood in the water (huh)
I smell the blood in the water (yeah)
We leading lambs to the slaughter
Bricks to Mortar, I build and destroy 'em (yeah)
I smell the blood in the water

Believing they knew my attitude, but never really had a clue
Wrote me off for one of them drones haunting ya avenue
Clash at noon, cats turn cashews, gone nuts
That's why I treat emcees like red light district sluts
They so picky - and always show their hand
Pick a band, pick a man, still tryna pick a tan, might as well pick a stan...
Pick a bitch, pick a dick
Realistically, they shit to me, fail at logistics
F*ck these Meth head promoters
Get roasted like Raven-Symone versus Ann Coulter
And all her turncoats'll get choked... strep throat
Looting the culture, today you get exposed
So if you wanna step, get bent like end quotes
And to all y'all crews... whatever
Bring the best of your collective
I swear, I'll slay 'em until they extras (uh)
On the SET with no lines (yeah)
I fades 'em all at showtime (f*ck cosigns)

I smell the blood in the water
We leading lambs to the slaughter
Laying Bricks to mortar as I build and then destroy 'em
I smell the blood in the water (huh)
I smell the blood in the water (yeah)
We leading lambs to the slaughter
Bricks to Mortar, I build and destroy 'em (yeah)
I smell the blood in the water
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Writer: Tia Abner
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