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Wiser Observer - Chosen Lyrics



Wiser Observer - Chosen Lyrics




I'm going to flex 'cause I'm gifted
A present mind's on my wish-list
I'm calculated I'm twisted
I
I bleed this
I
I'm still surprised on broke jewelry rappers ya'll need this, huh?
They're miming rappers I'm speechless
I'm vicious
I'm so suspicious
Of rappers who just claim tough at spitting
With no decision to pay attention to lyricism
I'm education plus elevation plus innovation
My inhibition crush dedication
I'm imitation proof
Baptised with the juice
Can't ask for it, just chosen

Can't ask for it, just chosen
Can't ask for it, just chosen
Can't ask for it
Can't ask for it
Can't ask for it, just chosen
Can't ask for it
Can't ask for it, just chosen
Can't ask for it
Can't ask for it, just chosen

Class of the cool
All tough flows here
So shut your mouth
You don't even go here
You can't vex me
I'm still slept on, but my bars kill ya'll while I'm still resting
That's so crazy
You could never stress me
You could never hurt me
What's your BB gun bullets to my superman chest?
Your super-hot lyrics to my superman breath
So cold (Uh, yeah)
Not even close (Uh, yeah)
Vaseline rappers trying to capture my glow (Uh... no)
Can't work for it just chosen

Can't work for it, just chosen
Can't work for it, just chosen
Can't work for it
Can't work for it
Can't work for it, just chosen
Can't work for it
Can't work for it, just chosen
Can't work for it
Can't work for it, just chosen

You could never stress me
You could never hurt me
Beast on the track you could never rest me
S-A-P-S come arrest me
Who do you know would've killed this beat?
Who do you know with a flow so mean?
It's like soap's in my mouth 'cause I spit so clean
Coffins, coffins where you gon' sleep
Coughing, coughing smoke from the heat
Stop him, stop him niggas can't breath
Blocka blocka aim for the wig
I'm on top of all of my peers
Next to their rhymes you can bury them here
All of my lines got the people like preach
I'm not peaked
You're not free
This my year, you're still weak
You're not wise, you're not me
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I'm going to flex 'cause I'm gifted
A present mind's on my wish-list
I'm calculated I'm twisted
I
I bleed this
I
I'm still surprised on broke jewelry rappers ya'll need this, huh?
They're miming rappers I'm speechless
I'm vicious
I'm so suspicious
Of rappers who just claim tough at spitting
With no decision to pay attention to lyricism
I'm education plus elevation plus innovation
My inhibition crush dedication
I'm imitation proof
Baptised with the juice
Can't ask for it, just chosen

Can't ask for it, just chosen
Can't ask for it, just chosen
Can't ask for it
Can't ask for it
Can't ask for it, just chosen
Can't ask for it
Can't ask for it, just chosen
Can't ask for it
Can't ask for it, just chosen

Class of the cool
All tough flows here
So shut your mouth
You don't even go here
You can't vex me
I'm still slept on, but my bars kill ya'll while I'm still resting
That's so crazy
You could never stress me
You could never hurt me
What's your BB gun bullets to my superman chest?
Your super-hot lyrics to my superman breath
So cold (Uh, yeah)
Not even close (Uh, yeah)
Vaseline rappers trying to capture my glow (Uh... no)
Can't work for it just chosen

Can't work for it, just chosen
Can't work for it, just chosen
Can't work for it
Can't work for it
Can't work for it, just chosen
Can't work for it
Can't work for it, just chosen
Can't work for it
Can't work for it, just chosen

You could never stress me
You could never hurt me
Beast on the track you could never rest me
S-A-P-S come arrest me
Who do you know would've killed this beat?
Who do you know with a flow so mean?
It's like soap's in my mouth 'cause I spit so clean
Coffins, coffins where you gon' sleep
Coughing, coughing smoke from the heat
Stop him, stop him niggas can't breath
Blocka blocka aim for the wig
I'm on top of all of my peers
Next to their rhymes you can bury them here
All of my lines got the people like preach
I'm not peaked
You're not free
This my year, you're still weak
You're not wise, you're not me
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Writer: Hage Hiveluah
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




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Performed By: Wiser Observer
Language: English
Length: 3:03
Written by: Hage Hiveluah

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