Francis Le Vesta - Vixen lyrics

Let the music talk [Hook] x4 Hands up to the sky. Can you feel the vibe tonight Inspired for life, exciting times Long, live, love your life [Verse 1] Sunday morn and they're desperate for more Message me obsessively for A new song to prolong or cause more gore String along four words like a violin Wiring of my mind has people writhin' They're on the floor like I'm called Mike Tyson Identical twin but I'm rhyming tight thin High like a kite and I'm firing prick pins Raps I am king, you are kicked with the shin Equipped with a win, syllables within A cheer for him, he stings and k**s with a pen Bring drizzy and yeezy to has beens Eat them easy munchies - canteen Sweeter than honey, got the scene on a crutch see Cut ‘em up like my notes, no no the money Every single artery, every other carter g Mastered the art then I doubled the time Internal like rhymes but I'm not on the grime Fast like that slime, never selling the dimes Refine and obtain them through a good grind Never on time, but I'm always on time They're surprised at my shine, they think I'm divine Barely on standby a supreme delight Way past space I am far more than fly Your verse is replaced, I escaped and erased Went on an adventure couldn't settle down blazed Revenge and a lecture for all the wenches Jaws clench together like MD pow Paint a picture like HD wow 31st century sentences Thirst for emerge coerced by the charts f**ed up my spark f**ed up my heart [Hook] [Verse 2] Travelling through, the sickest prose Quickest of rappers I compose and depose Santa with some presents, The presence is a blessing As I move through the present let the event commence Sterile dreadful rhymes are never really ever helpful Flowing speed rapid indeed like the devil on a pretzel Glowing flow along the whole thing like an angel Wowed by the crowd sing along loud like a great white Light inside the soul flowing sound to the crowd Speed of light, brighter than the brightest sunlight out of site I feel it's right the time is now look to the sky tonight Hyper rhyme, I'm the scribe and I've got the vibe alright England, sleep tight, next time try to get the voting right Great britatin unite, ingnite and fight the mites hold on tight Despite the slight we're in flight alright invite and then preside They love the vibe even though I'm whiter than some rice Establish, manage, dismantle a huge crowd Imagine a powerful organic new sound Tick tock told you my time is approaching Rolex rolling you should know and be voting Warned you of the possibilities with force All my thoughts and fingers sore like a flautist Your morits also the moment I record this Mouth in every orifice, awed at the knowledge Just an induction others crush to concussion What's up with you trying to be Wolfgang Born sinner back to paint a picture again They scorn then they wither, or disappear to The graves and their ear cheers When they hear that James Vane he is still right here Transfigure listeners don't interfere with us Spread the news like chinese whispers [Hook] (x4) [x4] Live your life never be denied Love your friends never be unkind Brush your enemies aside all times Feel the rush and enjoy the rhyme [Verse 3] This verse will be remembered Backstabbers eminate from every pew Little b**hes bickering behind my skin It begins with skinny little vixens bring back the sins of the kids Pick them up with a pickup truck Crush them all with a tun of mud Fasting on love, fast on the love, star on the cusp of success But little trust Cussing to mutterers told you thus Friends support less, tar rests on the tongue carcinogens Can't dissipate, it's too late 1 minute left to save my life 1 minute left to speed up the time The time has begun it's my key announcement I can feel the suspense for the near pronouncement I will be the sound of our adolescence I will stick around you can bet on my presence Rebu*tal the labels save the articles Subtle minimalist, don't tarnish the artist Surpa** the carters I promise you this Not modest, least you know that I'm flawless Never forgotten like Christopher Wallace Rocket in profit, skin isn't chocolate They mock, but it's time to clean out my closet Jay Rock, but I'll destroy all four Coming through the corridor ignoring the law So from here on in you all applaud The moments so close I can hear the applause Awards in my arms and glory galore Records of records of records and more Story in forbes, all off of the words Soul is sold just to get the encore Will I conquer it all or squander the soph*more Poetic thoughts and somber words Expressed in the song with the speed of a conchord Auditory jaw, never pause for the thoughts I'll drop the beat, deplete and delete Bleeding from trees smoke to be pleased Dream to be seen on the o2 arena A million people and other releases To be with the gods that we know like yeezus