ZTK - Island lyrics

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ZTK - Island lyrics

[Verse 1: Wavy]: Resistance is impossible While your raps are implausible I'd call Omaha but Even though you know my plan I won't audible Just another day, another f**ed up schedule Skipped to rip but they labeled me as absent Now I'm sippin' on some absinthe while rhymin' underground in the mother f**in labyrinth I ain't trying to spread this negativity Flow so electrical that's what's responsible for the conductivity The new echelon of energy, the hennessy and I combine to Make synergy When it comes to us though there's no stipulations Enough with all the fake stipulations I'm the sickest to spit, better see a doctor to get your vaccinations [Hook]: Open up your eyelids And see the world how I did All by myself Like I'm living on an island X3 [Verse 2: Wavy]: Shouts to those genetics though Flow so sweet it's bad for you diabetic hoes Better call the microphone medic though Because I ran this sh** like f**in' athletics go So whatever they decide to do I'ma sit back an burn it, like I applied the lighter to A bowl or hemp wick then took a ma**ive rip In this industry I'm just trying to ascend Until I'm in my own league and no one else can contend [Hook] [Verse 3: Wavy]: I stand proud, tall and noble Causing a bigger disaster on the mic than chernobyl But my radiation going global Back to back, so you know that it's sequential Another instrumental, I k** it incidental Flipped it off my head, now I'm flowing off the mental I express myself with this sh** Success could be on the way with one more hit But I don't want more of it I wanna sit back, relax, and live my life peacefully Split my weed equally, with me myself and I While I rhyme and reside in my kingdom easily Post up with nowitzki and fade-away That's how I begin my day and it's just ideal And unfortunately if those blue skies peel I'll still be burning with one hand on the wheel While the tires squeal Driver's seat in the automobile That's just how I feel [Hook] [Verse 4: Wavy]: Step up in the box now Dig my f**in' cleats in Lift my f**in' bat up Out-playing everyone Like they all got bad hops Now I'm getting mad props While everyone else is bad It's sad, stop Please just let me prosper Haven't heard of me yet? You must live in a borrow like a lobster So quit bumping your average overrated pop-star And please cop the tape so I can go and refill my pot jar

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