"BLAME ACE FREESTYLE" lyrics
(performed by Mogli the Iceburg, Jon Keith, nobigdyl., DJ Mykael V)
Sippin' on tea, exhausted (Shh)
Yeah, all my masters, we not golfin'
You hear that? If you be quiet long enough (Nate Rose got my stock goin' way up)
You'll hear them horses comin' (Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo)
Yeah, look, ayy, sippin' on tea, exhausted
3:16, no Austin, all my masters, we not golfin'
Brother my keeper like Cain, but I'm feelin' like Undertaker when he came out the coffin
I wrap my demons up tight so they sink, then I threw 'em inside of the creek, like Dawson
They misunderstand me, I left the church in a hurry with her and a packet of plan B (You understand me)
Yeah, daddy came out with the shawty, he lookin' to turn me to Bambi (He had a hammy)
Yeah, I was a dog and I'm riskin' it all in the back of a Camry (Back of the trunk)
Yeah, I was a fan of God, but He said He only want family (Woo)
Sheesh, okay, yeah
This the reunion, and I was a slave and obeyin' influences
Stuck on the internet, if Riley say it, I'm doin' it
If saving grace depended on performance, I ruined it
I couldn't do what Yeshua did, He took me off of the crucifix
Gave me a crew and if anything's movin', we movin' it
Woah, Lord help me, I don't get this
Need big bags for the business
I don't wanna stain my witness
Eatin' on the green like picnics
Never switch teams, I'm with this
Flippin' of scores, like gymnasts
Pickin' locked doors, now I'm in this
Woah (Let me in), hold up, cross just broke my chains
Paid dues, now I need change, God reigns, now I need aim
God said, "Use these pains," misconceptions drivin' me insane
I'm Russell Crowe in this cage, are you not entertained?
Even with speakin', I'm even, even with demons (Woah, okay)
They peek-a-booin', and deacons that peepin' bull, and it's treason
They treat the V that they piecin', in season when we can ruin was what the people influence
But Yahweh gave us Yeshua, who shootin'?
In this instance, if you hold your breath and you listen
If you put your ear to the ground
All the sound, tune it out, then you might just
Hear the horses gallop in the distance
See me and make an inference, judgin' by my imprint on my outline
Tell em that I think it's 'bout time that you see my center
Not just silhouettes, man, that's a misconception, look
You're the guy that makes sad music (Uh-huh)
Yeah I am, but there's way more to it
The way God use it to help people get through this bull----
And push on through it
But it's all good if some people ain't like that
My church clothes all black on black on black
I bounce back to reveal my heart, man
Indie tribe save lives, like Narcan
We warned y'all
We said, "Tribe on the move"
And by that we meant you liable to get trampled
So get out the way
You already know what I say, right?
Indie tribe save lives
Yeah, all my masters, we not golfin'
You hear that? If you be quiet long enough (Nate Rose got my stock goin' way up)
You'll hear them horses comin' (Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo)
Yeah, look, ayy, sippin' on tea, exhausted
3:16, no Austin, all my masters, we not golfin'
Brother my keeper like Cain, but I'm feelin' like Undertaker when he came out the coffin
I wrap my demons up tight so they sink, then I threw 'em inside of the creek, like Dawson
They misunderstand me, I left the church in a hurry with her and a packet of plan B (You understand me)
Yeah, daddy came out with the shawty, he lookin' to turn me to Bambi (He had a hammy)
Yeah, I was a dog and I'm riskin' it all in the back of a Camry (Back of the trunk)
Yeah, I was a fan of God, but He said He only want family (Woo)
Sheesh, okay, yeah
This the reunion, and I was a slave and obeyin' influences
Stuck on the internet, if Riley say it, I'm doin' it
If saving grace depended on performance, I ruined it
I couldn't do what Yeshua did, He took me off of the crucifix
Gave me a crew and if anything's movin', we movin' it
Woah, Lord help me, I don't get this
Need big bags for the business
I don't wanna stain my witness
Eatin' on the green like picnics
Never switch teams, I'm with this
Flippin' of scores, like gymnasts
Pickin' locked doors, now I'm in this
Woah (Let me in), hold up, cross just broke my chains
Paid dues, now I need change, God reigns, now I need aim
God said, "Use these pains," misconceptions drivin' me insane
I'm Russell Crowe in this cage, are you not entertained?
Even with speakin', I'm even, even with demons (Woah, okay)
They peek-a-booin', and deacons that peepin' bull, and it's treason
They treat the V that they piecin', in season when we can ruin was what the people influence
But Yahweh gave us Yeshua, who shootin'?
In this instance, if you hold your breath and you listen
If you put your ear to the ground
All the sound, tune it out, then you might just
Hear the horses gallop in the distance
See me and make an inference, judgin' by my imprint on my outline
Tell em that I think it's 'bout time that you see my center
Not just silhouettes, man, that's a misconception, look
You're the guy that makes sad music (Uh-huh)
Yeah I am, but there's way more to it
The way God use it to help people get through this bull----
And push on through it
But it's all good if some people ain't like that
My church clothes all black on black on black
I bounce back to reveal my heart, man
Indie tribe save lives, like Narcan
We warned y'all
We said, "Tribe on the move"
And by that we meant you liable to get trampled
So get out the way
You already know what I say, right?
Indie tribe save lives
