Who Killed the Vibe? Lyrics

Out with the old is killing the rhythm of things

I told them cling to sillier things

The king with a spring in his step to action

Spitting a million things, about a dozen of which are relevant

Pick a poison mine is evident self destructing in my element

Petulant, prevalent, moving malevolent spinning my spastic antics

You're lacking attention like a broken record Slathered in dust

You lack a dimension, rusty crust of others thoughts and phrases mangled up

I pity the man that wanna start stepping when I'm half peddling

Some bed wetting, wet wipe shit in my setting

Didn't amount to much and loud as fuck

Abrasive basic stuck is stasis blowing the payslip

Just another sadistic chasing status statistic unwilling to risk it for the bigger buck

Mould it once you've figured

Mould it once you've figured

I met a masked man wrapped telling me to act up

Strapped to the gills saying kill or get killed

Like there's two ways about it

Another pawn to the clan I was found in

I bled red for the flag that I'm bound to

Waging a war for another mans statue

Nah no thank you, I'm good G

This ain't how it should be

Strike me to the ground but you will not move me

Can you not see?

Are you blind or just fucking with me?

Can't feel my knees on the ground so sounds like I ain't begging to be free

If that's a problem heaven it will be

This could be my eulogy. Sow the seed of life with my dreams

Grow a tree of life now despite what it seems

I'll live on forever in everything that I've been