WICKED Lyrics

It's all the same, no, I won't forget it

A solid beat with tonto bars embedded

Yeah

A lot of things have changed since I left

The A list stayed the same but maybe space was for the best

I'm Mos Def, way I'm collect

Respectable attire when I step up to the mic

Don't worry I don't bite, I'm not mike in 97

Reverend pick up my call

Creative ruts and budget cuts, trust I've seen it before

I keep my feet in the door

You must adore the pure will

Im a vet call me McCaw

Mcauley Caulkin, way I'm in this alone

But still I manage

Don't panic, I know its frantic

Fucking borderline manic

Relax, I'll order wine

This sort of time calls for emphatic demands

Diplomatic tactics on the beat, no haptics

Imma bend her backwards bro she fits just like an epileptic

Ah, shit, a young man with some creative freedom

Give him beers and weed and see there's nothing to defeat him

A BZ won't complete him, needs a rhythm beat and bars

Oppose the views and you gon see some stars, yeah

But I'm just one man against many

But still, I kill it, again and again, they call me Kenny

I'm the same mother fucker, they can keep me undercover

They liked the album, imma make another

When I first started, it was all I really wanted to do

I felt like I'd found a whole new side of myself

And when I had a beat it was like just two peas in a pod

Beaming out the ceiling, I'm the cream of the crop

It's how I'm feeling, bro I'm fiending for a seat at the top

I got the keys to the stock, so best believe I mean the green

I'm not too keen on the rocks, and it ain't even the cops, nah

I come in looking clean, calm, cool and collected

I spit tuition with the bars I elected

Bro, It's Tonto again, put some respect on my name

Or you gon wish you had when everybody say I run the game, like

The cold shoulder that's what bothered me

But now I'm back there ain't no stopping me, nah

With open eyes, I see I let it get on top of me

Was lying to myself but now its only honesty

Like can you say the same?