gaVen heVy

gaVen heVy - Universal Flamez lyrics

rate me

Feat A.C.E., Mac De Don & Outsane

Yo get draft pit like a dutch masters

Your duck plaster plus platinum on the ripped eyes

For the savage spliff splashes

Niggas click clack, get the hack of the tac

You thinks axe quicker than grip plask

Give up the flask, will get you plast

I spit a lip nap shitter on the flap

Monster shit cab, for rip plast

Is back in the castle, charge the chip back

Dissin daddy lips mac, switching dad for a bitch slap

The dispatch can move fast and have em your cabbage twist back

I dish the impact for the lafian diginous rip latch

You stick the class absence is sillabous if you spit raft

This axe is 6 like you had your plaqs in the zip jack

Come to the battles, rappers spit fab for my chocolate frag

Rock the nasty static, now this is trapped at my passion

Passed down, threw around so raps

And plastic my craft live master my way flashin

Distance for you...succede in the faster

Speed imagine, ask people what happen

Even the trappin for your casualy

Reads is just lackin me, a decent prackery

To act the cheese is for snappin

They fast asleep to these misleading gossip

They ap and scream you an emcee

Could you be in magazine captures

Bout that I operate, isolate between the proper fate

Introduced to ocupations, like patients

Drag pop head out of my bases, match

Cause need one force an evacuation, labs

Build conditions, collide and killin tasteless acts

Reevaluate my matters make this case is crack

Substances examine abusive, compatible tool with

I battle and bruise with

And in my acoustics been dire like mastery

And progression, the ...

In direction is surroundable

My collection of a countable d’s

Niggas mount is too deep

Dump the crown and jewels looked all the providers

With the purpose, that’s slight within, learn to live

Dominate the thirst, for enlightment

An aspiration capable that ain’t disolved by the system

Cause it’s late beneath the bar

A nigga can leave in the state

I know when to state

Division...it’s killing this way

Exporting for feelings ...stores

Continue to live in the land, develop a typical...

I’m feeling it in the rhythm, they usually contradicted

I’m usually not conflicted

I’m using my composition

Staying focused while I be cruising with ammunition

The loot and the competition, get 2 to the opposition

Cause scale still a prerequisite

Sprinkle with talent, sitting chill make em...shit

I’m settle as stone, highly approved and acredative

They softer than gelatine, leave looses and negatives

We cure em with medicine

It’s gav, young gav and the big jack

Been a king, now we’re just majesty on my back

I’m strapped suited and booted

Young rap entrepeneur, that’s back for those who choosin

A lap dance from a cougar

Maneuvers that can potentially leave us abroad

Propel my anatomy, jump and leap for the stars

It’s rather art, well I stay focus through all the mess

Flippin words, foldin gymnastics when I get stressed us

I’m portin properly, for victory sake

Constructin, my monopoly is fin to be great

Send me a steak with potatoes that’s mashed

Wombat from the past

Young black with the flag, gav!

Way I explain it, it’s even clearer than a painting

That I’ve painted to be photo realistic

Now the blame of generalization

Of the crysis state of the nation

You are now witnessing honesty infiltrating your station

We got a problem but we ain’t ready for a solution

Cause nobody’s willin to get critical on they movement

We just rather continue beein pawns in a bigger game

And turn to the liquor, bitches and weed to numb the pain

But change is comin believe I can feel it in my brain

Cause there’s only so many times

You can keep doin the same

And expect different results the definition of insane

But keep the shit to ourselves only seems to result in pain

For instance, the lord’s putting to existance in our past

Controllin gats, seem to be biting us in our ass

So now we live in a world where in order to go to class

Even elementary children gotta be strapped

And like a subway station, this situation is always deeper

Than the circus, I pick the money, here’s the place of the evil

... if it’s the reason they working, ha, universal flamez.

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