Текст песни Suspect - K Brock

Ya
This some shit from the underground
K Brock up on this bitch nah

I see a demon on my tabernacle
Bring the heat repeat
And let me write the candle
But you're barely watching
I can not believe it
Never asked for eyes
Now let me televise
Sit down can you tell me one thing
You know about me

Suspect within my sector
Better come correct
I only trust a few
The others man I'm at the neck
Ya my life has changed
But many things have stayed the same
Ya they come around but disappear like David Blaine
No magic but it's tragic
The habits these faggots putting on
Wrap it in plastic
That shoulda coulda woulda tone
I get too loud that I don't even need a speaker phone
Bring it home
I get too friendly with these ugly suckers
Prank his number
Just to switch up on that motherfucker
Take his ugly bitch
And let her know I'd never touch her
I'd die for spitting out a bar
Just how I copied it
I'd probably die for calling out a rapper
Like it's politics
I'd probably die from walking down the street
And being targeted
I'm probably dead and now my son is asking where his father is
Uh

I see a demon on my tabernacle
Bring the heat repeat
And let me write the candle
But you're barely watching
I can not believe it
Never asked for eyes
Now let me televise
Sit down can you tell me one thing
You know about me

Ya
With me you don't know shit
You just a big nuisance
If you ain't got 2 cents
I wonder
Are you even looking closely
When it comes to others
Because I'm getting closer every time I see your mother
Ponder on the traits of a small dog with attitude
Take his weak ass
Demonstrate some gratitude
Monkey see and monkey do
That's how it fucking seems
If I had a monkey wrench I'd break it on your knees
Demonstrate you're just a cyst
That even blind can see
The suspect in ebony and ivory
This is just a little warning that I'm sending out
Next time you find your way to progress and you settle down
Just remember that the circus man is full of clowns
Attracted to habits so watch who you done keep around