"Boy Who Lived" lyrics
Abhi The Nomad, YEAR OF THE OX & Kato On The Track Lyrics
[Abhi the Nomad:]
I'm the boy who lived
Doin' muggle things
Independent banks
Not a slave
Still got double chains
Spice on my rice
I'm a pipe, my shit bubbling
She a loyal customer
Thank you come again
I used to make fun of my accent
That was funny back then
Ain't no need for that no more
Now They say I got blaccent
I ain't no speak no English at my age
Until I was 8
Then I had some CDs of Kanye
That was access
I can turn my white on too
I could do my crack accent
I don't really know who the fuck I am
Like I'm Michael Jackson
What the fuck you mean by that then?
Is you black or white? A zebra?
Nah Brown kid, snap to fit the feature
Got raps, but in life a real chameleon
I'm in my bag for real
I don't want deals, unless it's a half
And I mean a half a mill'
I'll walk away from all of this shit
Like I really am Chappelle
I'm bigger than this, I'm bigger than that
Like I really am Shaquille
You do the math and see how it tracks
I'm the boy who lived
Doin' muggle things
Independent banks
Not a slave
Still got double chains
Spice on my rice
I'm a pipe, my shit bubbling
She a loyal customer
Thank you come again
I'm the boy who lived
Doin' muggle things
Independent banks
Not a slave
Still got double chains
Spice on my rice
I'm a pipe, my shit bubbling
She a loyal customer
Thank you come again
[Year of the Ox:]
Look I been holding down the block
Like they tryna throw a low kick
Walls could close in
Go walk a mile in my forces
I wrote this inside a boat
Mist was flying past us
I smoked since I tried a toke
In different kinds of plastics
I ask if this isn't magic
Then what you have it as?
Orange smoked tint on my Oakley's
When I'm passing that
When YOX go back to back
It's actual caskets, casualties, enchantments
Pass that Weasley back to me
She knows the dreams I'm casting
Thirty two kicks to the neck
Forty nine kicks to the chest
Eighty one hits for the total count
Nineteen left for the rest
Let's warm up before the stretch
Fighting grown ups but with no ref
Get bruises all on my face
My teacher startles my parents
That was normal shit
Boys get hit and some people didn't understand
My whole life's been a culture shock to me
Guess it was part of the plans
Catch me, Thirty thousand feet
Half asleep next to a Guatemalan freak
Who's into feet and afro beats
And thank God that she gave me a chance
I'm the boy who lived
Doin' muggle things
Independent banks
Not a slave
Still got double chains
Spice on my rice
I'm a pipe, my shit bubbling
She a loyal customer
Thank you come again
I used to make fun of my accent
That was funny back then
Ain't no need for that no more
Now They say I got blaccent
I ain't no speak no English at my age
Until I was 8
Then I had some CDs of Kanye
That was access
I can turn my white on too
I could do my crack accent
I don't really know who the fuck I am
Like I'm Michael Jackson
What the fuck you mean by that then?
Is you black or white? A zebra?
Nah Brown kid, snap to fit the feature
Got raps, but in life a real chameleon
I'm in my bag for real
I don't want deals, unless it's a half
And I mean a half a mill'
I'll walk away from all of this shit
Like I really am Chappelle
I'm bigger than this, I'm bigger than that
Like I really am Shaquille
You do the math and see how it tracks
I'm the boy who lived
Doin' muggle things
Independent banks
Not a slave
Still got double chains
Spice on my rice
I'm a pipe, my shit bubbling
She a loyal customer
Thank you come again
I'm the boy who lived
Doin' muggle things
Independent banks
Not a slave
Still got double chains
Spice on my rice
I'm a pipe, my shit bubbling
She a loyal customer
Thank you come again
[Year of the Ox:]
Look I been holding down the block
Like they tryna throw a low kick
Walls could close in
Go walk a mile in my forces
I wrote this inside a boat
Mist was flying past us
I smoked since I tried a toke
In different kinds of plastics
I ask if this isn't magic
Then what you have it as?
Orange smoked tint on my Oakley's
When I'm passing that
When YOX go back to back
It's actual caskets, casualties, enchantments
Pass that Weasley back to me
She knows the dreams I'm casting
Thirty two kicks to the neck
Forty nine kicks to the chest
Eighty one hits for the total count
Nineteen left for the rest
Let's warm up before the stretch
Fighting grown ups but with no ref
Get bruises all on my face
My teacher startles my parents
That was normal shit
Boys get hit and some people didn't understand
My whole life's been a culture shock to me
Guess it was part of the plans
Catch me, Thirty thousand feet
Half asleep next to a Guatemalan freak
Who's into feet and afro beats
And thank God that she gave me a chance
