Текст песни Crooked Flex - Inja , Whiney

Yo yeah yo
Last Knights, you know what it turned into friend?
Listen my G, let me tell now yo
Sharp quill eyeball ink
See what I write in the print
Visualise what the eye line thinks
Drag it across the page right to the brink
Cos eye inks my thing
See what I see when I'm right in
Hammer chisel stone
Work like a pro
Word etching what I bring cos
Hail stones heavy and I'm caught in a mess
Wet shoes wet feet awfully drenched
Hailstones melt drip passed my head
Wish I had a zoogy just to warm up my breath
No Ray of sun light clouds look dead
Taste of pollution I'm soaked and I'm vex
Only solutions a zoot not a Becks
Big riddims and a woman undressed
Flex × 7
Woman: Um hello?
Yo yo
Yeah shaded
Lean and I'm graded
Into little strips like I'm grated
Spitting out pins I grenade it
Make 'em all fall down cascading
I'm on a transcend plain sailing
Yeah drawing in caves with the force of the waves
Leaving modern art blatantly hating
Cos I was told how gods paint the sky
Little things you don't see can be caught by the eye
Taught to be blind real awkward time
Don't see the truth hope you following the line
No ray of sunlight to lighten the mind
Bad taste of everything you ever disliked
Only solutions a bud not a pint
Big riddims, woman and vibes
Flex × 7
Yo yo
Sound wave paint
Spectrum trying to escape
Eardrum pleasure in a way tickles your senses and
Leads them astray
Hold on tight to the reins
Eyeball ink dried to the page
Binary code entwined DNA
Circle every letter every word I say cos
Brain flex
Gym for the brain so I stay hench
Brain waves pumped and tense
Let loose to relax while I'm painting to vent
Cages like a mammal captivities stressed
Rouge in my eye
Steam out my head
Only solutions a zig and a bed
Big riddims, woman and flesh
Flex × 7