paroles de chanson White Collar Crime - Quadroon

I could go off the top, accapella
I'm not a fella, I'm shot at hella, I'm a
Helicopter propella, get hella offers that better
Then half the shit you consider Cinderella

Cinders smell a certain way, my wordplay leave the turf burning gray
Ashes in the air turns your day into a purple haze
Like the herb strain we burning this very moment
And rolling a second, as we flow like a squirtle spray

Percision my killing, like how prayn mantis murder pray
My drive is internal like a surgeon and my style
Is eternal like each person, get the message
We performing out our karma though we perfect

Riddle me that, riddle me this
Since a little kid I been sick, spitting venmon but never depend on sins
I'm better than him and him, them and them, aint dissing like Eminem
I'm simply full of chivalry, just laying the facts

So I don't have to say it again, play with these penned bars
Like playing a sitar, I'm sitting to vent
Open the draft, and out comes a rap
Smoking our laughs, call it a craft, the way that I pad

Ayo
The most dedicated rapper alive
For a buck eighty five I could fuck up any mic
Padded walls in my mind reflect, solitary
Confinement, I be on the beat surviving

Keep scribing, until there's heat rhyming into flows
I'm a a product of a problem that was solved when i awoke
Hallelujah, god spoke and I arose from the seams
Of the earth with a verse that could beat any beat

Into the dirt, for a fee well worth, I bleed cold turkey
When i breath its warming (Warm hens)
I could start an art of war with the pen, but instead
I think use this curse for a friend, amen

Words twirling like dervishes, serving verses like sermons in churches
Not verdicts of surface worship, but earnest, earning my dollar
Nervous, this is it versus verbal hurdles, hurling at you while a

Clock continues to venue, and impose, its menu
To disclose our ego, and syncopate a preview
Of what it would be like to play one with two
Be the lord in disguise, but play some a fool, dude