CHILD OF THE GRID ft. K-Field, KivenX, Crew, Just Moe & Selassie Drah Lyrics

Skeng on the ready

Man ah chatting loosely

Genocidal fantasies

Watching over loose leaves

Many a time man ah coulda been killed

More time man I coulda been doing peels

Approach the feet of the Elohim

As I walk through the valley of the shadows

On road to the gan eden

Pure roses and garden set

Caressing rosary beads

Knees touch earth

Heads placed on the mantle

Moving through the misty rumination thought clouds

Sweet loving of the self but still doubt

Swift shredding of the curtains

Rather be Kurt than Willard

As I journey deeper into the heart of darkness

Calabash shells merge with elements of sand

Discipline holds with the knowledge of the soul

In war it's blindness till the end of my foe

If I cross the threshold, there's no need for withholding

If I cross the threshold, there's no need for Geneva

As I've crossed the threshold, there's no need for deliverance

I said hoe the problem is I don't fuck with them Guys

Hoe the problem is I was really outside

Lucy all around us and pimping the butterflies

Crodies on the corner and quoting incarcerated

I quote em as being mad and slightly aggravated

Them dollars they being taxed they yelling emancipate it

Only a matter of time before we outta patience

Before we tired of grind before we outta payments

Before its fuck the king before its blood on the pavement

It's why I school these niggas and break it down to the basics

Leaders of the era is rather constipated

Full of shit empty noggins and overrated

Fieldtrip culde sac, no relation

Speeding in a chase like they ain't no you and I

They tried to face me I told em it's suicide

I knew I was a weapon ever since I turned five

Drugs in the crib gorillas they never slide

My daddy was the wifi even though we don't connect

Image is perception they called me the devil's prince

The only thing he tried to do was show my ass a way

How can I confess

I gave him all the scripts

I had to take a break and then accelerate

I'm catching waves in a lake how we gone relate

These niggaz hard talk but they deep soft

Louis Vuitton tees turned to internet bosses

Since it's all about the money

I'll be burried with presidents

It would be appreciated if you piped down

Thoughts coming straight from dunya

Child of the grid

Then we seek to thrive off the grid

It would be appreciated if you piped down

Thoughts coming straight from dunya

Child of the grid

then we seek to thrive off the grid

Child of the grid with the grillin I'm grinning huh

Like I'm project pat but more wit a kodak smile

Stylin on these niggas with fashion that's coming out

In a few seasons believe or stay in denial

Flyin out the country and shows for ten thou

Oh my bad that's me dreaming out loud again

And again and again

I be staying in the clouds like I'm living with them

I'm accustomed to this place she call me a citizen

With no ID but permanent resident

Stain on my T seeking thrills, I like suspense

Staying off the grid but in front of the camera lens

And as they watchin me, oh yea I'm watching them

Hello there I see you

The observer's the observed yea I see through

Then I swerve off the scene with tennis see throughs

I'm gone

Fuck these niggas think I grew my dreads out for

Gate the access, algorithm beat the score

I don't even like to show my face no more

What a trip, the illusion you caught in is confusion

Double dutch and caught you slip within your own loose ends

Be more careful cause you be bring the noose to your ends

Hold up! now imma paint the picture

Sitting in the back of a Porsche driven by a white kid

Name was like? Brandan, Dylan, or Dying, place your bids

I can tell you that I'm in the backseat

Backwoods rolled up crafty

See a white hummer yeah pass g

That's the target, action, packing, we was just tryna get a bag

Move fast, pull up and they open the door

I need every zip you have and some more

Seen the flash, and a crash

Ya habibi put some light in your story

Umm yeah I gotta share the shameful glory

I grew my dreads out for my baladi

Babylon caught in my melody

Starseedz return our Madani

I'm in the town with my woes, grown with a tact

Don't wanna pose with no hoes, gross when I act

I got a whole lotta these whole lotta that

I'm on the low, when the load's holding me back

The reason you think it's sweet, I been asleep

But his soul never die, heart on his sleeve

With your hoe on her knees, swang on my nuts

I been at peace, but the fuck shit's been a plus

Okay, who keeps it thorough, I don't ever ask

And I confess I missed the snakes in the grass

I made no chess moves but he is paranoid

The fear is in his breath, his soul has been destroyed

Fuck what I think, let men destroy themselves

We piss on your grave, the clock has struck twelve

Let the new day begin, I do slay rhythms

I got souls to touch, you get in

I'm on the verge of a purge, I clean 'em out

Real Gs, where you at? what is this about?

These lame niggas think they tote so they certified

But what's a G with no code, what you living by?

It would be appreciated if you piped down

Thoughts coming straight from dunya

Child of the grid

Then we seek to thrive off the grid

It would be appreciated if you piped down

Thoughts coming straight from dunya

Child of the grid

Then we seek to thrive off the grid