Dizzy Wright

Dizzy Wright - Untouchable lyrics

rate me

ft. Logic & Kirk Knight

Yo, whose arm is this?

I guess Slim cut it off at the pharmacist

We murdering MC's then flee to where ever the Bahamas is

I blew up so that should let y’all know just who the bombest is

‘Cause I could see the future like my glasses' Nostradamus's

Damn these rappers and they fillings like an orthodontist

It's probably ‘cause my skin is white, come on, be more then honest

I signed a deal with Def Jam ‘cause I'm the man

These fuckers sorta's and kinda's, yo, ayo

Yo, my city behind this

I know that you see that I'm murdering synonyms all up when I rhyme this

My flow is impeccable, hella unbreakable, knowing nobody else honest

So let me slow it down, yo, let me slow it down

Check it

Let me slow it down so these ignorant people hear me

Even my favorite MC's won't get near me ‘cause they fear me

Revere me, no disrespect, I mean that shit sincerely

I am merely the second Renaissance to the fullest

It's all love from up above

Keep a gat in the glove just in case

Introduce you to Christ like Mase, Sike Nah

All of you know that Logic keep the peace

But my brothers keep a piece in the streets, you got it? Capisci?

See, that's a life I never wanted but I grew up in

And did a lot of dumb shit I'd never do again

The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable

The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable

The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable

Can’t fuck with this style

Funk Volume, RattPack, Pro Era

Funk Volume

Fuck with this style

I said who want war? Mass killing MC's

I'm your dada, nothing less than a seed

Please recount, Mac with me

And I still got Jedi view

Pray that the force be with you all in this general bleed

Don’t retaliate, when I retaliate, already won

I terrorize the skies and probably make you my son

Washed up, you towel in early

It’s the same simple story but in this category you messing with me, brethren

Ain’t a free spirit, hear every lyric, something that I’m trying, esoteric

Every post pivot, niggas is pretentious, I don’t pretend shit

Penny for your thoughts, man, tell him where his sense is

I sense I know fear in this race my object so clear

Whatever floods your boat is probably what’s set by your peers

This is the foot of my label, call me, I’m stable

Hold your horses, ain’t nothing but fables

What’s the fucking deal if there’s no labels?

Any enemy I already decapitate them

Can’t compute this picture, already just main framing

So whose head is this?

This is the one and fucking specialist ahead of the game

Like I’ll stay perpetuous

The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable

The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable

The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable

Can’t fuck with this style

Funk Volume, RattPack, Pro Era

Funk Volume

Fuck with this style

Hey yo, whose leg is this? I'm stretching it until it breaks

We sending messages, scraping off the complexion of your face

Pass the medicine, landed, never stranded in your state

Couple demands, but my lovely fans will never make me wait

You get the memo, the intro was some logic for your mental

Lyrically complex for the temple, you niggas simple

Taking over y'all should consider taking our instrumentals

Just to prove that y’all could rap, well, move the fuck back

We on fire, that Illuminati talk is getting tired

I mean the fact that I’m the fortune should tell you I follow what I desire

I’m the man, in the land of the sticks I do what I can

And I have king symptoms, you just don’t find this with your friends

Got that living in ivy, your flow inacceptable

We coming up so we could kill everybody

We headed, you better dead before we catch you

When you be out in your Bugatti

No, no, that nigga ain’t nobody, he sloppy

Lolly gagging with the band, wacky posy, you’s a hoe

Pussy dry, you ain’t cleaned it in months

Preaching that team work makes the dream work from the junk, chump

The homeless man is eating rappers for lunch

A blunt to back it up, I hope that I ain’t asking for much, what?

The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable

The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable

The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable

Can’t fuck with this style

Funk Volume, RattPack, Pro Era

Funk Volume

Fuck with this style

Thanks to thefatchicken for correcting these lyrics

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