Текст песни What Am I? - IAMCHRISCRAIG , Idylll

Me?
Me? I'm tight as fuck

Sliding right by, hopefully you missed it
Like I'm ambitious, and I never do plan to fix it
The bitches always tend to stay, and that's the business
The witches hour night and day like two four hour fitness
My nemesis is the inner pulse, one million gold for the misses
The lemon scent is sickening, can't devour these fishes
Artistic, like Pisces
The light I bring is whitening, like soap on foul dishes
My only wish is to pile drive these bitches into abyssal fiction

A little sickness mixed in with simple legitness
The scribbles written within this temple, come in and witness
Ten symbols printed amidst my temples, they shimmer intense
Then whistle, drift into signals, picture my visions

You're seemin' really scripted
I grab the mic and make these vivid visions
Explode like nuclears in the East Division
Let's get it
I guess you know how it goes
My flow is so cold, the hottest pits of Hell will be froze
You rollin' in snow, my brothers lifted, blowin' the dro
You know I'm a pro, your style is gettin' sober and old
Look over the code, you see ain't no controllin' the goat
Put one to your dome, and let your body float at the most, aye

And that just goes to show your shit is a no go
Meanwhile my bitch so excited, she like pogo
At the most, you're itching for being crushed up like blow, bro
Kidnap, drag and sit you up to freeze, get fucked in that snow cove
Woah
Um, might've been a little harsh
That's okay, uh, just come here bro, come here

Listen close, comatose, like you're supposed to be
Bitch I'm supposed to reap souls and ghost elites
The foes indeed foam at the teeth wishing I show defeat
But lo and be, hold the phone and ring
I still hold their rosy cheeks

I suppose the freaks come up to me to sever the partnership
They still hold this dream
Someone at least show them however to harness it
Honest, kid, I'm on the list, VIP and all that shit
You can take your novice script
And leave by sea like your forefathers did

So what am I?
A little sickness mixed in with simple legitness
The scribbles written within this temple, come in and witness
Ten symbols printed amidst my temples, they shimmer intense
Then whistle, drift into signals, picture my visions

So what am I?
A little sickness mixed in with simple legitness
The scribbles written within this temple, come in and witness
Ten symbols printed amidst my temples, they shimmer intense
Then whistle, drift into signals, picture my visions

So what am I?
A little sickness mixed in with simple legitness
The scribbles written within this temple, come in and witness
Ten symbols printed amidst my temples, they shimmer intense
Then whistle, drift into signals, picture my visions

So what am I?
A little sickness mixed in with simple legitness
The scribbles written within this temple, come in and witness
Ten symbols printed amidst my temples, they shimmer intense
Then whistle, drift into signals, picture my visions