Информация о песне На данной странице вы можете ознакомиться с текстом песни Third Eye Sh*t, исполнителя - Joey Bada$$. Песня из альбома 1999, в жанре Рэп и хип-хоп
Дата выпуска: 11.06.2012
Возрастные ограничения: 18+
Лейбл звукозаписи: EMPIRE, Pro Era
Third Eye Sh*t |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
And I deserve my respect |
Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
I deserve my respect |
Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
Startin' blazin', and star gazin' |
And see how you can reach your farthest aspiration |
It’s like holy matrimony in The Matrix |
It ain’t shit, they just call it a strange shift |
Cold feet cause I’m on thin ice |
It’s alright besides the fact I want it all in one night |
Like, you can’t skip steps is the best |
Even though the vets hold a 47 with' a vest |
Now that’s a wise investment |
Or a concept to try hide divine intention |
It’s like, let 'em hate, stay calm and meditate |
When life hands you lemons it’s time to eliminate |
More aside with' a lemonade anyways |
Different days different highs different haze |
Kama Sutra with' miss Mary Jane |
And the karma suits her she a vibrant thang |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
And I deserve my respect |
Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
Cause I deserve my respect |
Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
You niggas is suspect and I’m just a roughneck |
That wasn’t breakin' pencil tips when I would bust lead |
I puff meds and leave chumps fed and punks dead |
Her cunt wet she gettin' rough sex no Sunset |
I like a chick with' a buck tooth yeah it could get fucked too |
I keep my eye they sus' too |
Never tell 'em our goverment |
Make any covenants |
Bitches be lovin' it |
See not to put a glove on it |
Funny shit, you must’ve thought |
I was a dumby miss |
I feed lies to felines |
Just to get up any time he’s quick |
Ye you got tricks but I got 5 more |
So any game you trying to play you better |
Know, I got the high score |
You better settle down 'cause you not on my level now |
The pro’s is in my circle |
They could tell the world you get around |
Some niggas clowns what this shit about |
They used to doubt now they see 'em sprout |
And I’m out |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
And I deserve my respect |
Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
Nigga I deserve my respect |
And brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
When I was 13 I was bad |
Rapping 'bout guns we never had |
Now we smoke holes are float to tips |
Old homies talking shit |
Say you got what’s best of mom |
You stay platinum on that dime |
Thought we was cool before |
And we gonna take your ass on tour |
Fuck nah, this much as to get |
How you entitled to my shine |
Nigga you ain’t helped me get it |
Now these niggas seen me gettin' it |
Checking the statements from my debit |
My profile get requested |
But I never hit accept |
Hits the sigh on to the chest |
I reflect |
When I was 14 our blazed eyes |
Glued to the sampless screen |
Eyes beam, 'cause we can make it better |
Smoking on that jack era |
Welcome to the progressive era |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
And I deserve my respect |
Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
Cause I deserve my respect |
And brains don’t matter |
But tell me what really matters |
When you pissed off at the world |
Like you got a crazy bladder and |
Momma always said that shit |
Don’t come on silver platter |
So I gather my thoughts |
And made use of all these synonyms |
'Cause I could never swallow the truth |
Like it’s cinnamon excuse me if I’m militant |
The cinnamon in my hood could leave a nigga |
Quivering like God damn the living |
And the venom in his liver is |
Corrupting all his ligaments |
Now he’s at a stand still |
So tell me if he’ll live again |
The fire in his heart |
Still seem to be simmering |
I’ll take that little simmer and |
Turn to an adrenaline |
Penicillin cannot stop the drive |
He be giving 'em like |
Mad fords for fast forward |
Let’s get to the part |
Where his records could afford |
Him a couple of fords |
Like Lord |
Any gift at christmas just doesn’t fit him |
I need my own holiday |
And by the way |
I’m possibly on monopoly |
And own all Donalds property |
'Cause I won’t live in poverty |
Like |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
And I deserve my respect |
Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
And I deserve my respect |
Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
In the clouds come and find me |
So I’m flying to Hermione |
Homie tripping got 'em soundin' like |
Hanson in the '90's |
Charlie Manson, yo her body |
'Cause that damage in your party |
Can you manage what I’m dishing out |
So get your wish and count |
You sell me something |
Then I flip that amount |
I just switched that account |
Get that profit then I’m out yeah |
They all wonder |
But it’s Nyck bitch no doubt |
Rip your lips off your mouth |
Man I’m vibin', ring the siren |
With these bars I’m reciting |
Cars with no licence |
Hard, man I’m feeling like a Spartan |
With a trident down |
Picture perfect |
But I’ll make that picture worth it |
I’ll be doubling my spot |
No Louisiana purchase |
So declare that, with my hair back |
You want a fair one |
Catch a fair smack |
I hunt upon my prey |
So pray I ain’t hunting on your ass today |
Like be afraid |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
And I deserve my respect |
Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
Cause I deserve my respect |
Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
Cool cuts flow |
The deli can’t touch this |
Slipping like fishes |
Choking when you hit the cypher |
And I ain’t talking weed smoke |
But I let the weed blow |
Anything just let the leaves know |
Oh, suckers fuck around |
Get clap before you risk that |
Nigga sayin' you crackin' |
Fabric of your imagination |
Ask your lady |
It’s assassin when I come up on the track |
It’s a curse that I always try to find |
Sex in these verses |
But I got your attention |
It’s part of my ascension |
But if I keep totin' |
This chant is gonna leave me stranded |
In this dimension, but to mention |
Niggas is snitchin', might charge me with battery |
But fuck that 'cause piss was never in your anatomy |
So don’t try to line a nigga |
That got mine on my third eye shit |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
And I deserve my respect |
Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
Say I deserve my respect |
Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
Man I’m on a higher degrees |
Without my masters |
I could use my word |
To urge in a disasters |
Niggas wanna know how my wheels keep on spinning |
And they see we getting love |
'Cause they see the pros is winning |
'Cause we giving love back |
So they peeping how we fittin' |
And gonna have to tuss nigga step into me |
I like to keep my chakras open |
So respect my G |
I got the bush going in |
Rapping FPT |
So sus' niggas watch your back pros next to me |
I got Chuck on the team to collect the green |
And show these suspect niggas what they mean to scheme |
Another Apex predator crushing your dreams |
Gonna get your wave pushed back between my cream |
Taking all you sus' niggas throw you out the scene |
I’m taking all you sus' niggas throw you out the scene |
Taking all you sus' niggas throw you out the scene |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
And I deserve my respect |
Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
Said I deserve my respect |
Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
The P the R the O the Debt |
Never in my vex |
I’m always calm, cool, collect |
Unless you disrespect |
I wreck you verbally |
So expect the worst from me |
I deck you with my intellect |
You best be circumspect check |
Made you making all the wrong moves |
Why intimidate you, I more infuriate you |
'Cause I annihilate all who participating for the gold |
Lovers I decapitate with everything I say, see |
Come sneak a peak and tell me what you peepin' |
Then struggle to say it ain’t greatness that you seein' |
It is what here sits in the midst of us |
Yea quite mysterious, no you’re not delirious |
I’m serious, it’s clear to us |
Add some crystal gonna see gold than platinum |
Set it on the tarots before |
So I know how it is all |
Gonna go down |
Gotta go more uptown |
More on the cloud |
'Cause didn’t you know by now |
I’m skyline bound |
And my time’s now |
I don’t graze ground |
I’m new in your town |
So assume what you please |
But you don’t know me |
Say what you please |
But you don’t know Tina |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
And I deserve my respect |
Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
Said I deserve my respect |
Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
Who that mofo that came to show boat |
It’s 'cause he flow like no other |
Styles mood his brother |
And slick like lubricant rubbers |
So going in on track ain’t a real test |
The real quest, is making real tracks |
With feelings people ain’t feel yet |
Deadly be that suspect for subjects for all the records |
Set in for all the records |
I spit in a split of seconds |
So you can’t reckon that I wasn’t checking |
For beats unpleasant |
I eat up a track and hit your producer up for seconds |
Remember I’m the face so lace me in the line up |
The bars that I could line up |
Could probably bump the fine up |
Define what never can judge |
Rap is in my blood so much |
My capillaries adapted a sanctuary |
From the 5th of January |
Every punchline turned into crunch time |
Was cutting records more times |
Than my school’s lunch line |
So if this hit’s mine, go ahead and pop your wrist fine |
Been spitting dirty da' vocals recorded spit shine |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
Said I deserve my respect |
Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
And I deserve my respect |
Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
'Til the day I die |
I’ll be puffin' la |
Fuck the world, fuck it dry |
Tell 'em government spies |
I won’t cover my eyes |
Won’t cower, won’t move |
'Cause I done move like a coward |
Knowledge is power |
And the flower of life is ours |
Get his eyes hours |
Maybe you could see the towers |
Scour your dirty mind |
And maybe you unleash the power |
We all got the potential |
In our body and soul |
Prolly you know |
I found mines right through the pencil |
Started body and flow |
But fuck that |
There’s been a preview of primeval |
Hip hop retrieval, I hold it legal |
Like I’m coppers so weasels to squeal |
This one for my people, headed to the top |
No redo, thinking up evil but see no evil |
Just because |
'Cause I didn’t ask to be this good |
They just made me better |
They told me cheese at the camps |
And they made me cheddar |
And the green only made me clever |
See God made three bass, 2 Pac |
But he only made one 'era |
The era |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
Said I deserve my respect |
Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
Said I deserve my respect |
Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |