tide of life
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⏱️ 2:57 duration
🆔 ID: 23326598
📜 Lyrics
It's the Ichiban player sneaking up on the avenue
So ante up—you jumping snake eyes 'bout to battle you
Hold your hands up. Heard you back from sabbatical
A player so smooth—give me room while I challenge you
Cise Star, never in the day, only evenings
Transparent dark move you—that's why you sleeping
Be the overachiever, the human heat-seeker
The tactile style is wild, giving you seizures
Slow motherfuckers, these skill packs are readers
You're so amoeba, sorry as hell—you're just Zima
Gangsta lean holding my dreams, hope receiver
So what you mean? Better redeem or be believer
Crush grooves on soft planets, making it so hard
From Pacific to Atlantic, damn it, we gon' ball
Like sand castles for rent, bitch, you gon' fall
With the tide, with the tide, with the tide—huh, tide of life
Automatic static, I'm flowing throughout your phone lines
Connect to the internet—the dialect is so fine
Forever elevators are taking me so high
Inhale then sigh at the reason that I'm so fly
Quick, connect the firewire. I won't lie
Gotta write love to hell just to get by
Poetic aesthetics kinetic 'til I touch minds
Blind—looking for answers until I let my ears find
A certain resonance with the presence of elegant African
Elephants roaming the soundscape effortless
Spreading the wisdom that bangs your sound system
Airwaves behave Radiohead jurisdiction
Crush grooves on soft planets, making it so hard
From Pacific to Atlantic, damn it, we gon' ball
Like sand castles for rent, bitch, you gon' fall
With the tide, with the tide, with the tide—huh, tide of life
Smoother than Ag Champer burning in the afternoon
We keep the moves subtle and bubble audible follow-through
Methodical in speech, we reaching until we capture you
Grip tighter than debt. We sweat at higher altitudes
We never lose to those that don't get it
Hyper future-speak implanted in chromed-out sentence—live it
I fear the menace, son. I talk to dons
My cell phone got an alter call. It be the, it be the...
African me, fly like a pelican be
It's do-or-die, been an eye—now who want it with he?
The wild African, back with the pen to the pad again
So that's a wrap for y'all. The phony rap actors
In this game called music. Some do abuse it
I reach for utopia—found. Now I'm blues-ing
No jazz tunes, rap goon. Word is my weapon
I'm Kane in his prime rhyming—you half-stepping
So half-assed, you get gassed. The crackers made you
I came from the ground up to brawl—they paid you, fucker
You ain't never gon' last in this
That's to every chingy type rapper posing as bitch
We shitting on y'all. Wise father lyrics are raw
Knock the wind out the lame—play Steven Seagal
I'm jacking your chan. K.O. flow with the wind
My nigga Cise got that water from Mars. And we begin. Go
So ante up—you jumping snake eyes 'bout to battle you
Hold your hands up. Heard you back from sabbatical
A player so smooth—give me room while I challenge you
Cise Star, never in the day, only evenings
Transparent dark move you—that's why you sleeping
Be the overachiever, the human heat-seeker
The tactile style is wild, giving you seizures
Slow motherfuckers, these skill packs are readers
You're so amoeba, sorry as hell—you're just Zima
Gangsta lean holding my dreams, hope receiver
So what you mean? Better redeem or be believer
Crush grooves on soft planets, making it so hard
From Pacific to Atlantic, damn it, we gon' ball
Like sand castles for rent, bitch, you gon' fall
With the tide, with the tide, with the tide—huh, tide of life
Automatic static, I'm flowing throughout your phone lines
Connect to the internet—the dialect is so fine
Forever elevators are taking me so high
Inhale then sigh at the reason that I'm so fly
Quick, connect the firewire. I won't lie
Gotta write love to hell just to get by
Poetic aesthetics kinetic 'til I touch minds
Blind—looking for answers until I let my ears find
A certain resonance with the presence of elegant African
Elephants roaming the soundscape effortless
Spreading the wisdom that bangs your sound system
Airwaves behave Radiohead jurisdiction
Crush grooves on soft planets, making it so hard
From Pacific to Atlantic, damn it, we gon' ball
Like sand castles for rent, bitch, you gon' fall
With the tide, with the tide, with the tide—huh, tide of life
Smoother than Ag Champer burning in the afternoon
We keep the moves subtle and bubble audible follow-through
Methodical in speech, we reaching until we capture you
Grip tighter than debt. We sweat at higher altitudes
We never lose to those that don't get it
Hyper future-speak implanted in chromed-out sentence—live it
I fear the menace, son. I talk to dons
My cell phone got an alter call. It be the, it be the...
African me, fly like a pelican be
It's do-or-die, been an eye—now who want it with he?
The wild African, back with the pen to the pad again
So that's a wrap for y'all. The phony rap actors
In this game called music. Some do abuse it
I reach for utopia—found. Now I'm blues-ing
No jazz tunes, rap goon. Word is my weapon
I'm Kane in his prime rhyming—you half-stepping
So half-assed, you get gassed. The crackers made you
I came from the ground up to brawl—they paid you, fucker
You ain't never gon' last in this
That's to every chingy type rapper posing as bitch
We shitting on y'all. Wise father lyrics are raw
Knock the wind out the lame—play Steven Seagal
I'm jacking your chan. K.O. flow with the wind
My nigga Cise got that water from Mars. And we begin. Go