Текст песни Laundry Day - Wordz , Tyson Sybateli

See my team with the right staff like Moses I do wonders
Split quarters double point dunk scorer
And I do cover every single outcome like water hover
Talk to your Jesus
Been fist fighting instrumentals since a fetus
You against us if you don't believe this
If she asked for my photo then your bitch cheating
I'm in the field Olympic meetings
Only few have seen him
I'm the close to perfection like I'm Norwegian
Guarded broad day but still they coming at Knight
So if you round tables I authored then my penning I might
Pull my weapon out an rock-a-by baby my baby was right
Life's a bitch who needs some dick for goodnight
Ah, looking for my bitch in the c-section
Whole lotta chippi's and weak brethren
So I stay fly like these feathers
I was born fly like please Evan
Don't question my faith please leave Evans
There's no ducking from these weapons
Shells go through him like please egg him
Blacks go through it like depression
Bars hit your soul and leave tethered
Your spirit go up like three sevens, yea
My bitch bad like a demerit
I pirate your album and e-share it
So niggas on the street get it
Balaclava mask owner
I was ready ask corona
Life's a bitch that's covered up but nigga I already know her

Stay in lanes that are climate to you
Great Dane students specials are you
Low prices are your bars in the room
Fake chains niggas rhyming bout too
Diamonds on the chain dancing like niggas in them Spiderman suits

I cannot be bothered I need peace only
Had to wash the sins I need Zen only
Got a kite from the big homie
Sent it home after laundry day
Let the keys shine

We never state the obvious
The best like Banksy stay anonymous
This mic put me around a lot of champions
Thrown a punch there Tyson (Get Em')
Where I get this over bearing confidence?
Where I get this aura oozing opulence?
Had to take charge like the red jumper cable to a positive
A dubb come with L's if you following
Run up all my cheques nigga
Remind me of them days
When I used to play chess really checking niggas
Go figure
Uh, glove on my right hand
I could never kill em' but my mic can
My right hand man over their night stand
Loading ammunition through the mic stand
This mic be a trigger happy hype man
And I'm the real definition
(Of what?)
Of ever growing competition
Even though we had to fight for recognition
Head to head collision with the opposition
It's an accident if the opps winning
Cool, calm,collected and collecting
(Facts)
Some Rappers lack talent connected
That's why their positions stay threatened
We just lay low let the music give the message
And that's it