20 December 2009

Elzhi - The Great (Lyrics)

Another amazing song from Elzhi's latest mixtape entitled The Leftovers Unmixed Tape. This track showcases the production of Oh No and the verbal artillery of Elzhi. Let me know if you like the lyrics, if so I will continue to decipher lyrics in the future.

Yeah, I'm finally on my one-two, you fake artists is untrue
now watch how the son do
without me, who would you run to
to hold the best kept secret, like walking in a club sneaking a gun through
welcome to the album and how come
the style from the child attack the crowd like a falcon
well, the gift is in me, like a fifth of Henny
cross the Pacific, lifted, spending different pennies
from foreign currency, and just then it occurred to me
that I turned a G, and every sense with the word could be
see I came up, where niggas aim pumps
and you can frame stomped, if you a lame chomp
it's ashamed, that many didn't make if from the pissy mattress
and sh*tty blanket, when I left the city vacant
I, got the right to grip the balls in my nut sack
front, back, no matter what track, I'm spitting cut crack

L is, invincible, a minstrel show is not sensible
when I insist to flow, and suspense and let a sentence go
this is mental heat, on a sheet written
from a seat, sitting, in a presidential suite
off of gam weed, light it up to make my hand bleed
poetry, that hopefully breathes what a fan needs
now I'm considered this great, niggas'll hate
cause I move to a bigger estate, crib with a gate
stay dipped, with a pay day grip, hit a jay tip
and may flip, like a AK clip, in a getaway whip
popping off, when you see me on the shelf
it's got you beating on yourself, like you trying to stop a cough
till my, soul is with Christ, I control a device
with a scroll, precise as a ho, y'all rolling the dice (see)
who's ever misled, should piss red
sick a d*ck and kiss head from the fist, y'all was just fed