Listen to Bird's Eye View (feat. Raekwon, Joey Bada$, & Black Thought of the Roots) by Statik Selektah

Bird's Eye View (feat. Raekwon, Joey Bada$$, & Black Thought of the Roots)

Statik Selektah

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I want you to tell them

[Verse 2]

Let's do this, man, for real

We smoke big blunts, cigars, it's us

It's obvious, kids, we regulate up shit

Movin' through brush

The beats is grim, the ambiance plush

The speaker won't bang, the sneaker won't lust

Snitches wish dead, the Eagle gon' bust

Catch you in the wrong spot, you dust

Statik ill, bring the havoc, this is magic

[Verse 3]

Fake **** flee out, fly out the mouth, I get you gatted

Sports cars, re-endorsed yards

Everybody four stars, Rae like forty, jewelry gaudy

Your creature game corny, I eat your dame

Hop up on me, head off the rip

Grab the whip, rest maturely

Hang around the vets in the sweats

Since '97, we was Rolex-in' the extra

Fuck around, a hunnid TEC's flash

Flex, cash, drugs, money and sex

Dumb check smashin'

[Verse 4]

Watchin' the game from a bird's eye view

They say it's hard to keep trust, so my third eye grew

Chakras open, binoculars scopin', sour smokin'

Hopin' my best buds ain't only in it for the tokens

'Cause they say it's who you jokin' with, tokin' potent with

Tag team and strokin' chicks, the ones that do some bogus shit

Act cool on the strip, but wanna put two on your head

[Verse 5]

Mackin' jewels in your whips, boomin' your hits

I'm screwin' your bitch

Froze under my toes, bitches where my penis is

Kickin' it since the womb, now you see what the fetus is

And what the fetus is, would these **** feed us shit

Rob a **** for his number 2's to put my feet in, shit

Flow slippery, rise to the tippity top

I'ma make hot drops, make snakes history

Dreams of living civilly in Sicily

Laughin' with a fam like

[Verse 6]

It's the elephant in the room

Created by a collision of the sun and the moon

My sonogram is a image of a gun in the womb

That was soon to be doper than heroin in a spoon

I'm astonishin', honestly, my future lookin' promisin'

As my skin tone at a crystal clean onyx is

Darker thoughts let the beats break like the Amishes

I'm a stroke of genius like Mickalene Thomas is

[Verse 7]

Hip-hop and body rockin' and doin' it, dude

I am the livin' definition of improvin' the groove

I used the same tools to shoot that Kubrick used

Take your hero to the river, give 'em two brick shoes

Who lose, if you really ain't nobody till somebody love you

I say you ain't nobody till they speakin' highly of you

And what I'm sure you wouldn't want is any kind of trouble

Unless you got a crash dummy or a body double

[Verse 8]

You got a couple homies down to catch a homi for you

Well, I'ma fold **** into origami for you

The most notorious, Poet Laureate

Whole story is glorious, stoic warriors

And I got my eyes wide open on you quasi

Haters still smirkin' like the gators on an Izod

Lacoste, y'all tomato head **** are

Imposters, long drawn out process

[Verse 9]

Triple OG's got a worn out conscience

Reminiscin' to when we was all out monsters, on

Our Sierra Leone, reigning tyranny

I strike fear in their hearts, rappers steer clear of me

Black Sankofa, Ayatollah, Range Rover, game's over

Bill folder, give **** that Ebola virus

Huh, you got me chopped like Miley Cyrus

Nah, I'm on your block with Somali pirates

[Verse 10]

For real, man, Statik, man, what's good

Yeah, you know I gets it on

I ain't playin', I'm truly the worst

I was born about that

This is raw, raw like fuck kid, represent

Written by: Statik Selektah

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