Harlequin Lyrics

Flicking out the box like a new match

This that modernized, with that boom bap

By that gothic nigga, whom raps

Who been mixing potions while you laughed

Well, who's laughing now

Peter picked a peck of pickled peppers

In hopes he could make a mark somehow

So he marked it down, on the calendar

Then did his prowl

Lord forgive my sins, I ain't seek advice then

Had to flood my eyes with drops of Visine

Reckless kids, hitting stains, leaving tags

While avoiding that Chicago violence

Inglewood, on 69th then

Clutched our shit, so they won't pick our pockets

Could read deception through closed eye sockets

Rolling deep to every open mic

When we lost Brother Mike it hit deep

Same with Chrono, Walt, Subversive, Charlie

Niggas had to become less decisive and rise above

Fuck a pity party

Numbed my feelings deep in some pussy, sloppy

Xanax, liquor, doing hella dabs at parties

Shorties loved the crew, they knew our music probably

Whispered me my lyrics, yeah she know me obviously

Had to cook dishes just to get figures

Serving tables of the baddest bitches

Flux slinging shots across at the bar

Shout out my nigga, straight bartending

Sub-par niggas got squashed, finished

Built our studio by Boston Market

Had a little issue where the neighbors could hear our hits through the window

Had to cut people off who fucked with my mental

On Belmont, shit always tweaking on Belmont and Sheffield

With Ethereal deep, it was our block

Big Will, Ro, Rakeem sending niggas left field

What? Fuck you say, niggas might be deaf still

Psychedelics had us seeing celestials

Left my home city to move over a decimal

And so I did, while Covid hit, the waters were stenched

Yet life is a series of crossing a bridge, repeat

Now cross one again

Cross me once but do not cross me again

What? Bitch, I said don't cross me again

You'll hear your voice once more but never again

Seen many two faces, all these Harvey Dents

Hollywood made me a meance

Upped up my image

Cried out in rage and the Devil was listening

Learned to see who was with or against me

Dark times were beginning, yet way brighter than glinting

Traveled to places that had reshaped my system

Walked with some demons, I fucked and then kissed some

Doing 105 in a 55 with my nigga in a Urus

Swerved through lanes

And purging ties with undeserving motherfuckers once again

Balling like I'm Julius Irving

Wrote my mistakes in cursive, fell in style you heard me

Creating waves, yall just be surfing

She biting her lip, acting like it ain't flirting

Don't worry shorty, it's about what occurs behind curtains

But calm down that fake shit for me is not working

My music is first and you are not urgent

I'm bat shit, I'm crazy

Delusional, maybe

For walking through storms when I could have been taking

The easy road this whole time

Yet, I've forsaken such

It is painstakingly boring, I hate it much

Right back and returned with the switch

They try to switch up on your kid

Then return when I'm doing it big

Well shit, maybe it is just the rizz

I howl like a wolf, and yall howl like a seal

I'll make opera, folk, metal or drill

The flow Jerri Curl, there's a fuck ton of drip

Don't trip, had to take my life and get a grip

Cause shit gets ridiculous

The House of Serpents, in Salazar Slytherin

During winters sometimes without heat

Whole fam was shivering

Had to clear my mind by playing my instruments

Drown out the world, I was not always listening

Developed my penmanship

Rondo when I'm pivoting

Life ain't gotta be intricate

These days I'm seeking simplicity

Too long I've felt misery

But, aye not again

Got my orb, pondering

Switched to the hunter when I became a harlequin

Felt haunted, learned to flaunt it

Battled these monsters to enrich my conscience

To a bitch nigga I'm a high tide

Ain't no simple minds here on my side

Got a piercing look within my eyes

Can't be playing games, this ain't Far Cry nigga

Migraines, hurt like hell

Lost sleep to get the belt

PTSD, shocked from shells

Swimming in the deep, Michael Phelps

Been beaten but succeeding well

Here to balance scales

Life can bring you down to the depths of hell

Feel these words, like I'm writing braille

Was in pitch dark, had to light it well

Like Hitchcock, I direct it well

If the tits knock, ain't tripping about the tail

I've taken pit stops yet I stay on trail

When the sky falls, I just sing Adele

When it's nightfall, my fangs unveil

I'm bat shit, I'm crazy

Delusional, maybe

For walking through storms when I could have been taking

The easy road this whole time

Yet, I've forsaken such

It is painstakingly boring, I hate it much