Statik Selektah - Bird's Eye View Lyrics
feat. Black Thought, Joey BADA$$ & Raekwon[Verse 1: Raekwon]Lets do this man for realWe smoke big blunts, cigars, it's usIt's obvious, kids, we regulate up shit moving through brushThe beats is grim, the ambiance plushThe speaker won't bang, the sneaker won't lustSnitches wish dead, the eagle gon' bustCatch you in the wrong spot, you dustStatik ill, bring the havoc, this is magicFake niggas flee out, fly out the mouth, I get you gattedSports cars, reendorsed yardsEverybody four stars, ray like forty jewelry gaudyYour creature game corny, I eat your dame, you hop up on meHead off the rip, grab the whip, rest maturelyHanging around the vets in the sweatsSince '97 we was rolex-ing the extra***** around a hundred textsFlash flex, cash, drugs, money and sexDumb check smashing[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]Watching the game from a bird's eye viewThey say it's hard to keep trust so my third eye grewChakras open, binocular scoping, sour smokingHoping my best buzz ain't in it only for the tokensCause they say if who you joking with, chokin' potent withTag team the joker chicks, the ones who do some bogus shouldAct cool on the strip, but want to put two on your hipMacking jewels in your whips, booming your hits, screwing your *****Froze under my toes, *****es where my penis isKicking it since the womb, now you see what the fetus isAnd what the fetus is? Would these niggas feed us shit?Rob a nigga for his number 2's to put my feet in, shitFlow slippery, rise to the tippity topI'mma make hot drops, make snakes historyDreams of living civilly in SicilyLaughing with a fan like[Verse 3: Black Thought]It's the elephant in the roomCreated by a collision of the sun and the moonMy sonogram was an image of a gun in the wombThat was soon to be doper than heroin in a spoonI'm astonishing, honestly my future looking promisingAs my skin tone and a crystal clean onyx isDarker thoughts let the beats break like a Amish'sI'm a stroke of genius like Mickalene Thomas isHip-hop and body rocking and doing it dudeI am the living definition of improving the grooveI use the same tools to shoot that Kubrick usedTake your hero to the river, give them two b-rick shoesWho lose? If you really ain't nobody till somebody love youI say you ain't nobody til they speaking highly of youAnd what I'm sure you wouldn't want is any kind of troubleUnless you got a crash dummy or a body doubleYou got a couple homies down to catch a homi- for youWell I'mma fold niggas into origami for youThe most notorious, Poet LaureateWhole story is glorious, stoic warriorsAnd I got my eyes wide open on you quasi-Haters still smirking like the gators on an IzodLacoste, y'all tomato head niggas areImposters, long drawn out processTriple OG's got a worn out conscienceReminiscing to when we was all out monsters, onOur Sierra Leone reigning tyrannyI strike fear in their hearts, rappers stear clear of meBlack Sankofa, Ayatollah, Range Rover, games overBill folder, give niggas that Ebola virusHuh? You got me chopped like Miley CyrusNaw, I'm on your block with Somali pirates
