Top Songs By Skema Boy
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathanael Volf
Songwriter
Justin Berry
Songwriter
Lyrics
Man, we done, been through some serious things, some serious opps
Always stay planted, I'm built on that rock
Down for my God, I go straight to the top
I might be limp and I'm still gonna walk
Bible gon' lay out these bodies
We layin' up demons, a serious hobby
Yeah JB gon' kick it like Mr. Miyagi, karate
Demons gon' pull up, we'll rob ya
We stay totin' that fye, fye
We got the dub so I tell the opp, "Why try?"
Bullets connecting, it feel like it's Wi-Fi
Aim at these legions, I slide like in drive, bye
Flexing these muscles, I feel like it's Popeye
Dripped in that blood, it be feeling like tie-dye
This is Mich-Jack, I mean Beat It
Hand you a Bible, I told you to read it
Flesh is so hungry, I refuse to feed it
You know what I mean?
It's your boy, Skema Boy
This ain't rap, this is worship, huh, huh
Boy, I put my whole gang on the map
Bodies on top of the bodies
They get on my live, just to see the boy, Skema, react
23, I had to go and drop Blimp
Just to say, "Okay I been in my bag,"
Bibles on top of the Bibles
I push my designer but I do not care about tags
I see a demon, I'm putting a hole in 'em
Industry and my brother's exposing them
Said I keep it on 10 and I'm showing them
For my God, I run Miles, how I'm glo'in em
Call a demon by name, boy, I'm knowing 'em
Got a big Bible Blick, keep a pole on 'em
They done, planted a seed, now I'm sowin' 'em
If it's Skema Boy rapping, we folding 'em
Yeah
Man, we done, been through some serious things, some serious opps
Always stay planted, I'm built on that rock
Down for my God, I go straight to the top
I might be limp and I'm still gonna walk
Bible gon' lay out these bodies
We layin' up demons, a serious hobby
Yeah JB gon' kick it like Mr. Miyagi, karate
Demons gon' pull up, we'll rob ya
We stay totin' that fye, fye
We got the dub so I tell the opp, "Why try?"
Bullets connecting, it feel like it's Wi-Fi
Aim at these legions, I slide like in drive, bye
Flexing these muscles, I feel like it's Popeye
Dripped in that blood, it be feeling like tie-dye
This is Mich-Jack, I mean Beat It
Hand you a Bible, I told you to read it
Flesh is so hungry, I refuse to feed it
You know what I mean?
Written by: Justin Berry, Nathanael Volf