Signs ft. B1 The Architect Lyrics

I been rockin on this microphone since I was a child

And no I wasn't always dope but who gonna fuck wit me now

I used to run with Petey J we held the company down

I been a stubborn motherfucker always stuck to these sounds

I keep it proper though, got a lot of flow, they call me water hoe

Got to go for the pot of gold but yo I'm not alone

Chip up on the shoulder homie fuck it it's a boulder

If my home is where the heart is then my home is getting colder

I'm a soldier and the type to always tell a bitch I told you so

Always go for smoke and if we don't then fuck it go for broke

Hold the rope, like my life is tug of war with some fuckin whores

Knees dirty in the mud like I give a fuck

Give it up, I'm sittin on another level now

Rebel with my sound I'm on the cloud and never coming down

Level to the ground but keepin it high is what I'm all about

Seven can be found you can't deny my shit is coming out

I ain't got to tell you, it's right in front of your eyes

I ain't got to tell you, it's right in front of your eyes

I ain't got to tell you, it's right in front of your eyes

I ain't got to tell you, it's right in front of your eyes

I see the signs, you could read my mind just listen to the track

I feed the blind better believe the lines are crack

Their addictive it's effecting the population

Dismiss it and we're injecting a hollow tip in your direction

That can end our little conversation earlier than expected

Disrespect isn't accepted we splittin rappers into sections

Zaze threw it up and I caught it no interception

Introspection is essential, don't forget that we still henchman

Fighters and gorillas in the trenches seeking glory

Even warriors need to read and learn and they feed off stories

Leave em pouring, know I got soldiers that are bleeding for me

Level headed, as I deliver deaths final message

To any motherfucker dumb enough to try and test this

My aggression helps me heal through, every violent session

I'm blessed with, pen of a scholar, mouth of a killer

Got you down for the count without an ounce of the filler, motherfucker

I ain't got to tell you, it's right in front of your eyes

I ain't got to tell you, it's right in front of your eyes

I ain't got to tell you, it's right in front of your eyes

I ain't got to tell you, it's right in front of your eyes

From destruction to construction with the architect

Talkin the seduction of corruption till ya marked for death

Serving all my functions when I punch in and I start to sweat

Silence your assumptions or I'm punching with a hard connect

The lunchroom assassin, step up to the track and blast em

Yawl never had a chance son I'm holding rappers for ransom

Everybody get ya hands up these are the end of days

Always had a singular mission I never ever strayed

I'm a riot on a record, non compliant disrespected

From the fires of rejection to a pyre of perfection

My direction is affected by the lack of my connections

My objective is infecting through an audible injection

Running through a maze and I'm huntin wit my blade

When I'm comin for my taste there is nothing I won't take

I was humble and in peace until the rumbling began

Now the hunger never ceases and it's crumbling again

I ain't got to tell you, it's right in front of your eyes

I ain't got to tell you, it's right in front of your eyes

I ain't got to tell you, it's right in front of your eyes

I ain't got to tell you, it's right in front of your eyes