Awar & Vanderslice - Orange Boxcutter 2 lyrics

(Intro) Yeah, comin' back around The gutter, the orange Boxcutter sh** Face crunched up with night goggle on Vanderslice War Rrrah! (Verse) I spit blood out, rinse my face clean Orange acts from the sink Listening to Big explain Beef I could engrace yo cheek without the shaving cream The razor speed is about the same as a laser beam It's still vague to me, retrace the path to revenge The path of tree again, put some hash in the V-Pen And scribe war once more, we hash the sequence Grab the surveillance cam, smash it to pieces Rewindin' my thoughts, after that I blacked out This black cloud follows me tryna track down My ruffled whereabouts have stumbled into a trap house One word to air you out, no more cat and mouse Look, I crack the black and now the presence of the devil's near As this world turns and we dwellin' on this fear So cold, it won't pour a drop out and shed a tear So we force a war in these blocks now with the metal gear Yeah! (Hook break) My orange box-cutter make the world go round (Orange boxcutter, that New York sh**) My orange box-cutter make the world go round (That New York sh**) (Verse) I step in the game and then I carve my nitch You'll neva forget the name cause the arm is swift It feels like yesterday you just got your starter kit Then you stepped on 'kane and became narcissist Small fish in a sess' pool where sharks swim And soon as they a**ess you, they'll rip apart your limbs I'm sharp as Gemstars, and that Automa on yo wrist Will turn you into a martyr, get water marked with Tims You think I'm tearing the rugs up on some carpenter sh**? I'm not the one to spar with, this guillotine I'll scar your skin Hit you comin' back around like the karma b**h One flick of the arm and wrist, hope yo arm is thick Dawg (Hook break) My orange box-cutter make the world go round (Orange boxcutter, that New York sh**) My orange box-cutter make the world go round (That New York sh**) (Verse) f** a court case, I ain't got time for horseplay I left from showin' up in polo shirts wearing war paint Holdin' an orange shank that I chiseled out of Shawshank Witness the Lord's grace, boy, this isn't your forte Actin' like untouchables, it't the image you portrait A hundred and fifty stitches left initials on your face Mere mortals, but this is what I was born to do Inhale clarity, exhale the distorted you Pollution in the air and goons with rare guns What the f** eva happened to shootin' the fair one? Right? Mistakes is high in daylight noon (?) So when that raise I fly, feels like deja-vu (Hook break) My orange box-cutter make the world go round (Orange boxcutter, that New York sh**) My orange box-cutter make the world go round (That New York sh**)