Chase My Tail Lyrics

Yeah boy

We hot and ready

Hot and steady

Breaking the walls down in this games levy

The water runs dry

The river runs by

A-Ezy, Freak on the beat

The city knows why

Critically acclaimed

Insane or sane?

They claim, to be the best in the game

I was drawn from shame

The pain made me gain, strength

I was drained

Now my main reason is not for fame, it's for change

Rearrange the brains of so many

Are you ready?

I get you thinking steady

I'm heavy

Hot and ready

She's the same

We need confetti

A penny

We ever ready

A battery of energy

It's ever me, ever her, our word is our word, tempt me

Fate or destiny

Entry, reentry, we not empty

It's tempting but I won't hide the pain

I'm honest in my name

The truth will bite anybody who decides to blame

Cutting it late

Yo we cut from great

Our souls are burning fire, turning no hate

Turning a break, turning those fakes

Turning all those tables man, leaving no grace

Chase my tail

Chase me well

Chasing this game, we're raising hell

Protection, to be elected in an election

A section, a weapon, nuclear or infection?

Chemical component's a lesson

Refreshing

I give you motivation, whilst also testing

Your souls will grow

No souls slow

Feel the movement as we glow

Need no ho, need no flow, need no do, happiness is my medicine

I'm medieval

I'm not Eminem

Ever them, ever when?

Need no friend

I'm happy in solitude

Hola you

Hola dude

I hola through

Cut down a whole few, with vomit and spew, it's true, if you don't give a shit about me then I don't give a shit about you

Cutting it late

Yo we cut from great

Our souls are burning fire, turning no hate

Turning a break, turning those fakes

Turning all those tables man, leaving no grace

Chase my tail

Chase me well

Chasing this game, we're raising hell

Let them have it

Take the moment and grab it

Let loose

Let it out true

This anger, hate and truth

Grows on me as it does you

The clue

That was untrue but how can I trust you?

If you do me

I do you

I'm the new

The future and the past

The class

Cutting grass

Ahead to past

Too fast

I'm last at last?

Climbing a mast

Exploding like a blast

I'm half of what you thought I was

That's half

A young calf, young and hard

I'm in charge

Far from far

A superstar, me and her yar

From afar

The hottest in the game, by some stretch of the imagination, yar

We're just all heart