Nefew - Vintage lyrics

rate me

feat. AWAR

Smoky mirrors made my focus clear

I see from the fog, it’s approaching near

You feel my presence like it’s a ghost in here

Far from local, this is for the global’s fear

I’m from the area you had to be doper than peers

And I’m the most potent with a flow in years

Industry setbacks never broke my spirit

I spit with conviction, I hope you hear it

So sincere, the whip I control and steer

Document my life for my focus clear

I show you the ropes like a veteran does

Hand from the sky touch the heavens above

Trend setter, my Uzi weighs a metric tone

Got a vendetta, it will get settled in blood

It’s a recession in the ghetto through slums

Till I’m out to get the precious metal from foreigns

The soul of a rebel like …

And I applaud the precious so I never succumb

Decide the weather wherever I perform

Human volcano, fire since I was born

I’ll melt your face and make the climate warm

Just put ice grill in the fucking eye of the storm

My rhyme is harder than a diamond’s core

I’m light years ahead of my time, I’m sure

Inspect my gems, you can’t find the flaws

Open my mouth, it’s like a lion’s roar

The underdog till you read the final score

Live from New York, hit man for hire, war

You think I’m fucking with you?

I am not fucking with you

I came to patch up the rap game like a first aid kit

I’m not afraid of competition ‘cause your burst ain’t shit

Put Nefew on a joint, that shit’s a perfect fit

I’ll knock your fucking lights out like it’s my birthday, bitch

Sweet bread, I’m hitting Fashion Week in my Timberlands

If you believer, well maker, you better think again

Rhyme sharper than a chainsaw face off

I make rappers sound like they all suffer from brain loss

I try to be the next Langston Hughes

They wouldn’t give me any credit but what else is new?

So fuck with me, I’m puffing espinozas in a Range Rover

Gone for the fucking throne until your reign’s over

I’m so dope you can’t cope with my flow so you choke

Are you broke but you know that you won’t stand a chance against me

The MC, he hand me a damn beat and they’ll see they can’t flee this stampede

A couple motherfuckers praying for my downfall

But they always stay low like a ground ball

But that shit never bother me, haters gonna hate, I laugh at ‘em like comedy