SPIKY BOiz - 1999 WRITE THE FUTURE/Ghostface Killah/Rich Brian/Smino/Surprise Chef/88rising

Lyrics by：Dennis David Cole/Brian Imanuel/Christopher Smith Jr/Lachlan Stuckey/Jethro Curtin/Carl Lindeberg/Andrew Congues

Composed by：Dennis David Cole/Brian Imanuel/Christopher Smith Jr/Lachlan Stuckey/Jethro Curtin/Carl Lindeberg/Andrew Congues

Produced by：Surprise Chef

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I do my dance at 99 ranch

Yeah yo uh-huh yeah yo

A metaphorical wizard a metaphorical blizzard

These metaphors is better off cuffed and locked in a prison

Ain't any bodies can take on antibiotics

Anybody can be a body or be a homi'

In the wrong position

Diagnostic I'm so fly on a higher octave

Toxic eyes wide staring at the apocalypse

Sippin' from pearl goblets with gold droplets

The cover that I write in my tablet is all ostrich

Songs of elegant psalms that I call my hostage

Harmonica plays with a xylophone and pays homage

Exposing fake theories in the quantum physics

Jails with more blood on the floor than a Compton visit

That's why I play in the clubs

Lotta girls and thugs

Wu-Tang thought I was a kid the way I play with plugs

Don't underestimate the power instead you should bless the cape

Barbershop talk ask around I'm in the best of baits

Damn heard you still calling a deal

Your A&R went AWOL so you ain't driving for real

Man down

Spent your whole budget on cribs in the hills

And called it work but nothing to show but a

You crashed out

Cold bossa nova and pill

Those clothes are from that dispose

You to thrift at the Real that I get

Going hard to dine in the yard

With all them Afrobeat broads you don't ever record

I made a sacrifice around the time

I couldn't afford a sack of rice

So when I got it blowing like a saxophone with bad advise

Tragic like a with false perception to get the excited

Plus you sold the rights to all your writers spent it all on ice and

No cake

With all that icing

What you gon do next

Pawn shop pricing

Rich song cuz my long and they drive crash

Tired of you on ya neck I'm on your ascot

Proud of my he got outta and kept his nose clean

Hold my brother down I'm standing ten until my toes sting

Pretty girl PG county got me in a choke I mean

If she on my mind she ain't just fine she the dopamine

Is she on my body call it ain't it

Cause ain't I

Can't get on my plane so they complaining

They ain't fly

Hate because their money ain't straight

Pockets gay huh

Fake it to they make it AI

Tell 'em Zero gang in the club in the club

Tell 'em Wu Tang in the club in the club

Lemonade cherry pucker up pucker up

This world this world

Corrupt corrupt

But don't mean

Just tell me where you need a flood flood

Couldn't believe it was us us

This world this world

Corrupt corrupt

But don't mean

Tell 'em Zero gang in the club

Tell 'em Wu Tang in the club in the club

Aye Lil Baby so magnetic like a door stop

Tipsy off the 4th shot a happy end I'm not the one to plot against

The D.O.P I'm never switchin' for the lens

You be rappin' for the

I'ma steadfast never change the vision for these lame

Y'all be gettin' baked but I'm just posted where the cake at

Batter batter batter gunnin' for that four letter

Is it mili or the mammal your pocket in need of scandal

My pocket is safe I got no fear in my heart

I'm paid in the land of the brave

She don't ever dress up but except when she go to the rave

Rappers never rappin' on the beat 'less it's drownin' in bass

But move in your pace

I paint a picture you just spreadin' a propaganda

Rocket been takin' off and she gave me a proper landing

And I went thru hell and back still never no dandruff

I don't got all my answers you livin' off advances

And you takin' pride in the gimmick

Uh only for the paper will I fly into the premise

Fashion nova love you cause your album full of fillers

The hype done got you gassed your fans decreasin' when it simmers

But it's not my business