Clear Soul Forces - Claire lyrics

[Intro: Gilbert O' Sullivan Sample] Clair I've told you before don't you dare Get back into bed can't you see that is late No you can't have a drink Oh alright then, but wait just a bit While I in an effort to baby sit Capture my breath what there is left of it You can be murder at this hour of the day But in the morning tonight will seem a life time away Oh Clair, Clair [Verse 1: Noveliss] Kick in the door waving the mic sword Feeling violent, about to take an oath of silence They call me Snake-Eyes, ever since Master B.I.G died Move like Arashikage, microphone Hokage Ladies rub your titties if you love hip-hop like I love Tinashe Now whose who? Swimming in water they call you seafood Im sifu, balancing on a Ski-Doo Practicing Wu-Shu in a pair of new shoes Can't, handle my jutsu Now you lose Uh, raw vibes bad to the bone That rhetoric raw hide, changing dog's life I toss mics off a building and yell boss life Jump down and catch them before they touch the ground and cough rhymes I'm sick as f** Catching bullets from Andrew Luck in the back of a moving pickup truck The game's in good hands I be the man from another land I come in peace into the (?) I'm feeling ill, I need ten nurses I'm on some perf sh**, fornicating these verses [Hook: E-Fav] (x2) Where all my real live n***as that be to bust My b**hes if you with it just get down with us The Motor City repping n***as dangerous Who f**ing with us? Nobody f**ing with us [Verse 2: LAZ] Speeding through life on high waves I was living Gunning engine (?) rifle and dipping I'm blowing loud with the windows down Trying to get this sh** rolling f** this kind of lifestyle I got to do it, keep going Glorious is SS Deloreans The audience applauding him Came to these stages from the audience so Using common sense was illogical Im coming for this game like Im leaving from the locker room Out of sorts a n***as jersey never matched his shoes Could see the bigger picture Still I need the proofs Couldn't let negatives knock my positives loose They'll probably love it if a real sings blues Rules like glue upon my free spirit Won't let them come near it Cloud my vision my soul, it need clearing Then it drift just a little bit Sell another hit Off these sticky cigarillo licks Driven as a speedway trying to put this bridge together One's cool, four is better Bitter better, with whatever Chilly as mittens in these cold winter Michigan months In April is the Fab Five, it should come We yelling raise it up (what, what) Raise it up (what, what) Man this four springs n***a, raisins in the sun Purple light from off a grapevine All my n***as stay live [Noveliss] Now who the realest? Now who we rolling on Donuts Shout out to Dilla Now who the illest? Now who the realest? Now who we rolling on Donuts Shout out to Dilla Now who the realest? Now who the illest? Now who we rolling on Donuts Shout out to Dilla [Verse 3: E-Fav] Yeah yeah This for my one-two stepping Day at a time grind Stacking paper for mines Fine wine just get better With every second (?) Thats more flow and more motion than ocean You f**ing with a ridiculous Nameless on production Reporting live the Eye of the Storm, filet the beat Blast the cannon at your minions Rolling with all them cool birds Leaving the Grey Poupon Been strong since fighting teenagers sh** as a fifth grader Coming with more flavor than Collision package Gummy Savers Master of the dark force When your oil complexion turn turmoil Within the opposite To sum it up, I got to get wild [WIP]... [Hook: E-Fav] (x2) Where all my real live n***as that be to bust My b**hes if you with it just get down with us The Motor City repping n***as dangerous Who f**ing with us? Nobody f**ing with us