Lyrics Alive - Braidz

(Grr) I feel Alive up in this bitch
Feeling like a G like old time fivers in the tin
Loud goat steeze - There ain't no silencing the kid
Soccer players in O.T - Let's dive into some shit
Came up into this with open arms like a shooting range
My peers said 'fuck him' they go for brah like the boobies hang
The locusts passed and I overcome all these phony hopeless asses
Now I'm approaching cars as a loaded car-go moving train
The scene's nodding off, yeah they're sleeping on me
I'll keep rocking on 'til I achieve what's perceived in my dreams
Where I make opposition jump like playoffs in Beach Volleyball
Ain't got a target market - Spray shots that reach all of ya'll
But this'll make 'em wake up, Catch em slipping off the plate fast
Said I was a headache - Twisted on the Braidz hard
Living in a feint past, Crippin' 'til they break Blood
Everyone's a vegetable when the beef's at stake, huh?
And I'm in love with this street shit
You will never find Braidz at an Indie party with Vegans
But I've got punches to eat kids
If the waitress made Seth brekky in the Arvo'
Sure she'll cook me lunch in the evening
That's Tuka to feed me 'cause im fundamental
I wanna go to hell - Just to punch the devil
And when I reach the top best believe i'll bring some friends along
I'm there to push the bar and dude's are spotting by the bench I'm on
I'd split your frame in two 'cause I'm too big for your picture
It's a body sized bag I'm in - that spliff for your mixture
And I see everyone but crew as Tobacco rappers
So I'll smoke you if you flip your wig
Until you've got your hat on backwards
Sick of all these battle rappers claiming they're dope
If they tried to grab my mic off me they'd take it and choke
Your performance is lacking, sound bored when you're rapping
Delivery's so bad we don't know when the chorus has happened
So don't come at me, I bury opposition
I'll Snap Back - You'll wake in wards in Walls Of Jericho position
I am The Force, Ya'll are Carrie with the Fishes
I am the God who fucked the Mary into Christmas
Used to act like I was living on the edge of the Earth
Went from peddling herb, To messing with words
If I kept that up I'd have ended dead in a hearse
I'd have my eyes to the streets - 'Cause my heads in the dirt
But, Everything turned found the pen and I'm past dreaming
Like the Germans in the Fall - Get ready for Bar Season
I'mma get so far that my enemies can't see me
I've been readying to blow like terrorists arm's meetings
Sometimes sometin's gotta go like you walked into a Can Display
Now I'm dropping heat on wax - You can call it candle flames
Until the day the crowd stamps and raves 'til their ankles break
And chanting Braidz on every Saturday, I AM BACK TO STAY!
Got a hand grenade and I'm pulling the pin
On these self proclaimed vets who sound new to this shit
You know the types I'm talking 'bout with no crew in their clips
They try to jump the scene without a movie of script
Call me Cooler the King - I'm the last of my line
Travelling through space I'll kill these bastards in time
I'm cars with the lines and my parking is fine
First that vehicle was beat now it's starting to shine
I'm far from my prime but feeling close to my pinnacle
From a homeless and pitiful slow individual
To dudes rate me 7 to 9 like the homie is Middle School
Now I just gotta focus and I know that I'll hit it soon