Vantum Noir & Blue November - Tropical lyrics

Feel that momentum n***a? [Verse 1: Blue November] I saw you n***as waiting so I came and took it You n***as laid up in the couch busy chasing p**y Me too, difference is the attitude I take life by the horns until I make her puke So she give me what I want like a s*ut a**istant With precision I'm tangling up your inquisitions I see the light but the dark is strong I'm a Sith's apprentice Hold your weapons I come in peace to destroy your ethics My morals gone I'm an empty bucket of chum and nothing But when I spit it eucalyptus sprout so plan your visit These twitter n***as who claim they raw but they all cooked I heard your sh**, vomit over my school books Bad look, never even been in the city Topping tweets but can't top me on a beat Man I swear to God, a radical as I catapult all my cla**ical's Into your brain but careful they might be flammable Creep with precaution the steep is deep at this auction Put your penny's up, throw em in this henny cup Let me f**ing eat, you know I need it to feed my vices Till it's all or nothing, cold a**umptions yeah I'll take them b**h and quit the fronting n***a [Verse 2: Vantum Noir] You know we don't play son Corner a n***a like Twan Cason Once the wrong term pops up into the conversation And every n***a sound like they really tryna chase one Ski mask way July to November like Jason You Gary a** n***as so green wanna pay tons To look like a n***a who would never wanna say much to you And this is so true We really are obsessed but what the f** are we to do I mean look around you The perfect combination of chaotic order and orderly chaos Like I k**ed you at a seance Its not that n***as dumb They even seem peep the nuance But meet it with a pseudo nihilistic nonchalance And I must admit that I have become one Sometimes I feel that all I ever do Is eat sleep make beats burn tree and pay dues And I maintain the thought if you the best at what you do there ain't a motherf**er out there who could erase you And in the rare event that Vantum Noir will ever lose Then n***a pa** me ya shoes and run all ya j**els When I k** mics and LPs with my tools