Andrew Kelley - Execution In Autumn lyrics

rate me

You stepped in the pit of the flame

You’re lost on beat street,

I’mma throw, spit on your name

Hit the road when they mention your name

It’s like Mike when he scored it like two seconds left in the game.

Small change, don’t step in my lane!

I rock too hardbody, I click bang, I give them the pain.

Nah, man, can’t keep with them games!

Your boy born with it, so how you gonna get him to change?

You are lame putting shit in the game!

Piranha wanna see me in this state greens imprisoned in chains

But I’m smooth like they’re groove to the listen and pray

And you only understand it if you’ve been through my pain.

I see white spitters in frames,

Hustle in my blood, bet my seeds gonna get it the same.

Yes, indeed, I’m destined to reign

So ahead of the game

All aboard, y’all get in the train!

Banana clip mackaholic, I slap your cap and join

Go on a freezer, gotta squeeze the tits out the toilet

Niggas is norbits, running up in the dice game, call it

Preacher suit on, holding a raw fifth!.

Put that calling, is dough in the ... stolen

Plastic bags laying in the flow where ya

Is just dog’s day, reservoir out Utah, yo

Where my dope and marijuana’s got boarded?

Grill nights before them, we pay to have a roast

Assassins is strapped, this the only way the yay grows

More land patrol... riding around with legends

Paying judges off, we’ll be up in New York rapping!

Raise it all up! Bobby, yo

Yeah, I ain’t, yo!

Mirrormask, movie magical, be on top, rumor has it

Words put ideas on track

Footprints, I walk on Earth and appear on maps

Strive at least 2.5 mil a year on cap.

.. on my cap, dime pieces on the lap

Three hundred push-ups a day, put the crease on your back.

Be the captain and lieutenant black man

Who invented chopping samples up

To make the beat that asentenced to

Every genre of music, the whole sphere of music

I produce a range, engineer the music!

Yo, my ear can’t be..

My pen stroke like Zorro

Hit that heavy bag like Foreman in the Congo

Mani transmitter, night vision in the stronghold

Walk long roads, smell snakes with the strong notes

Every time the horn blows, the wu signal is back on

Every time the horn blows, the wu signal is back on

Every time the horn blows, the wu signal is back on

Every time the horn blows, the wu signal is back on