Chester Watson - Ogre lyrics

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Chester Watson - Ogre lyrics

[Intro] Peace Yo Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace, peace Pow [Verse 1] Grey-scale composer living in black and white With a chain mail ogre that's just as vivid as afterlife I've pre-seen it The priests lead the acolytes, to see demons Now I'm here Born of the three winged-beast Where the troll is live it up Scene fiend, fig trees, scrolls Hella villainous Team D street but we k**ing it Illest sh** Sick, cooped up, come vanilla chicks Who you think you dealing with? Get it right Whip white instead of black, really the same price Your soul I had epiphanies of chilling Smoking Buddish remedies With enemies and drinking Ciroc out large cylinders Ball like krill and we stop the heart Feeling the shock, no hard feelings, forgot my arch nemesis Stop and watch the smart pendulum clock the dark ending and optics far primitive Skip, jump, then hop through the millennia Her big rump, got me hot as mid summer Got fam that have seen more crack than a plumbers back Stat status seems hazmat, what a bummer Sixteen making more noise than the thunder Decoys bring ploys, scream "Oi" But don't wonder what it is [Verse 2] He drink from the chalice but he cling to the Shaolin Sedated, cause the life he leads is a mystery Now everybody else but the team looking shifty How late is the dream of a teen just to simply bow Down to the fate of the gypsies Foul play leave them gripping For the J's and the K's But the laze leave them stiff-ty Lane looking like he dazed and encased in a trippy Can't pray to them empty clouds Pause Sit back let it simmer in All black Just hacked Invader Zimmerman Bashed the fact Ring in clacks with faded Timberlands Suspect like ex-preds with dated liquorice Puff hectic we sketched the hated victim It's enough s** to contest with Wilt Chamberlain record Poetic for like reading in excerpts We experts comparing style to black wet dirt Never catch feelings we're known to tell them fetch first Rap game [?] drones embellished neck first, Chester Only as know as relics, sick as Capone His head is barely screwed on but always tell them what it is

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