Ruff Swami
The fortune teller, fucking your mommies
Snake in a clay pot, rising,
Promote peace like Gandhi
Hunger strike
Tired of eating all of this cardboard paper
Cause as far as rappers go,
they're only coming in that one shitty flavor
Five stars handed out to two star holders at best
They like to say that we're evolving,
but you can't move when you're at rest
I think I'll take twenty years ago
over today's best of the best
There's too much of a curve anymore,
Nobody can pass the fucking test
What the fuck we doin?
What?
What the fuck we doin?
Where the fuck we goin?
Where?
Where the fuck we goin?
Turn that shit around
Turn, turn that shit around
Set it back on solid ground
Down, Down on solid ground
Hip-Hop will follow, swallow
Gobble it down
Overdosed on blue pills
but now the red's starting to bring you around
Why are all of these outfielders
crowdin the pitcher's mound
Nobody's standing for anything,
Yet everyone's sittin with crowns
Huh
credits
from The WildaBeast EP,
released August 10, 2014
Produced by Wildabeast