Songtexte Harlequin - Lylantz

Flicking out the box like a new match
This that modernized, with that boom bap
By that gothic nigga, whom raps
Who been mixing potions while you laughed
Well, who's laughing now
Peter picked a peck of pickled peppers
In hopes he could make a mark somehow
So he marked it down, on the calendar
Then did his prowl
Lord forgive my sins, I ain't seek advice then
Had to flood my eyes with drops of Visine
Reckless kids, hitting stains, leaving tags
While avoiding that Chicago violence
Inglewood, on 69th then
Clutched our shit, so they won't pick our pockets
Could read deception through closed eye sockets
Rolling deep to every open mic
When we lost Brother Mike it hit deep
Same with Chrono, Walt, Subversive, Charlie
Niggas had to become less decisive and rise above
Fuck a pity party
Numbed my feelings deep in some pussy, sloppy
Xanax, liquor, doing hella dabs at parties
Shorties loved the crew, they knew our music probably
Whispered me my lyrics, yeah she know me obviously
Had to cook dishes just to get figures
Serving tables of the baddest bitches
Flux slinging shots across at the bar
Shout out my nigga, straight bartending
Sub-par niggas got squashed, finished
Built our studio by Boston Market
Had a little issue where the neighbors could hear our hits through the window
Had to cut people off who fucked with my mental
On Belmont, shit always tweaking on Belmont and Sheffield
With Ethereal deep, it was our block
Big Will, Ro, Rakeem sending niggas left field
What? Fuck you say, niggas might be deaf still
Psychedelics had us seeing celestials
Left my home city to move over a decimal
And so I did, while Covid hit, the waters were stenched
Yet life is a series of crossing a bridge, repeat
Now cross one again
Cross me once but do not cross me again
What? Bitch, I said don't cross me again
You'll hear your voice once more but never again
Seen many two faces, all these Harvey Dents
Hollywood made me a meance
Upped up my image
Cried out in rage and the Devil was listening
Learned to see who was with or against me
Dark times were beginning, yet way brighter than glinting
Traveled to places that had reshaped my system
Walked with some demons, I fucked and then kissed some
Doing 105 in a 55 with my nigga in a Urus
Swerved through lanes
And purging ties with undeserving motherfuckers once again
Balling like I'm Julius Irving
Wrote my mistakes in cursive, fell in style you heard me
Creating waves, yall just be surfing
She biting her lip, acting like it ain't flirting
Don't worry shorty, it's about what occurs behind curtains
But calm down that fake shit for me is not working
My music is first and you are not urgent

I'm bat shit, I'm crazy
Delusional, maybe
For walking through storms when I could have been taking
The easy road this whole time
Yet, I've forsaken such
It is painstakingly boring, I hate it much

Right back and returned with the switch
They try to switch up on your kid
Then return when I'm doing it big
Well shit, maybe it is just the rizz
I howl like a wolf, and yall howl like a seal
I'll make opera, folk, metal or drill
The flow Jerri Curl, there's a fuck ton of drip
Don't trip, had to take my life and get a grip
Cause shit gets ridiculous
The House of Serpents, in Salazar Slytherin
During winters sometimes without heat
Whole fam was shivering
Had to clear my mind by playing my instruments
Drown out the world, I was not always listening
Developed my penmanship
Rondo when I'm pivoting
Life ain't gotta be intricate
These days I'm seeking simplicity
Too long I've felt misery
But, aye not again
Got my orb, pondering
Switched to the hunter when I became a harlequin
Felt haunted, learned to flaunt it
Battled these monsters to enrich my conscience
To a bitch nigga I'm a high tide
Ain't no simple minds here on my side
Got a piercing look within my eyes
Can't be playing games, this ain't Far Cry nigga
Migraines, hurt like hell
Lost sleep to get the belt
PTSD, shocked from shells
Swimming in the deep, Michael Phelps
Been beaten but succeeding well
Here to balance scales
Life can bring you down to the depths of hell
Feel these words, like I'm writing braille
Was in pitch dark, had to light it well
Like Hitchcock, I direct it well
If the tits knock, ain't tripping about the tail
I've taken pit stops yet I stay on trail
When the sky falls, I just sing Adele
When it's nightfall, my fangs unveil

I'm bat shit, I'm crazy
Delusional, maybe
For walking through storms when I could have been taking
The easy road this whole time
Yet, I've forsaken such
It is painstakingly boring, I hate it much