XXYYXX - Holy Cow lyrics

Verse 1 - Cinco: I don't need you (Uh) But I want you (And) Not gonna hunt you (Uh) I'm gonna haunt you (Damn) And, yeah, I'm drawn to (Uh) What I cannot attain And everything that I explain Is just me spitting game See, I am not like other people Nosediving from the top of a steeple I'm ducking and dodging the evil But all of my attempts seem feeble Thread that needle... Impossible Hallucinate my obstacles Success, it is improbable Because they feed us all a lot of bull And we eat it Bite the hand that's feeding We're bred to ask no reason Til the day that we cease our breathing So don't question, just believe it You better break yourself from that mold right now And we hold sh** down with a bold-a** sound Me and BKnitts style like holy cow (x3) Verse 2 - BKnitts: Holy cow, I'm hungry. Ate a burger out in Budapest Hella turkey waiting out in Istanbul, I'm shooting West Chuck a brain against the wall. It's pretty much the noodle test My flows cold, dog - take some Sudafed, I'll do the rest You can bet the dude is stressed But never clutching to a bottle, there's About a billion thoughts to bare, I'm witnessing you're not aware You're victim to the plot of their... mind eaters... This rap game is like solitaire mixed with minesweeper I'll let that sink in I could blow at any minute if I think and play my cards right Banging like a carbine but treat it like a part time Locked up on a dark night. Saving sonnets in my archive Anthropomorphic like The Far Side Another white rapper from the burbs? What a hard life Every time I spit I sit back to watch the bar rise It's mine I'm from a city where it snows in the spring time So I'm spending most of my days on the inside Toe tapping to tracks tip toeing over thin ice Then getting s**ed under by depression like a riptide Look behind his eyes. There's more than meets the retina I'm a firm believer in believing in a zealot I think it's wise to listen to the man that never says much A child of the world there ain't no point in throwing sets up Contemplating peep the plate upon my conscience Floating in the ether - could have swore I was beyond it Reaching out to thoughts quick. Speaking like I'm Gandhi Wishing for connection to the people that surround me I know the concepts strange Just wanna help you believe And if I can't make a change Maybe there ain't room for me