Rootwords No Filter Lyrics

[Verse I]

They say I'm conscience
I'm like “f*ck that ! That's nonsense !”
In London
I once did some shit like stand in front of cops
With a quarter ounces in my pockets to see if I get stopped
I push my limits a lot
My life is real with no gimmicks to mock
The right hook from my pops
Couldn't level me from keeping the system in headlocks
Competition keep hedging on dead stocks
While me ?
I'm moving ahead of the red dot
We ain't working the same block !
Figure it out from the juice that the name got

[Hook]

“Underground when we step on the scene”
“I've had plenty of experience”
“Burn mics to third degrees”
“But let's skip the formalities” “Far from commercial or even mainstream”

[Verse II]
My arrogance got some bent out of shape
They say they hear the devil talking when they play back the tape
I'm like dog
Reverse that and it's God
And I'm the latter you snob
The f*ck you thought I was counting on your applause ?!
I'm hyped and charged like Troi Torain
You think you men
But you boys are lame
The music that you make is a noisy shame
Even your choice of dame
Is at your funeral rejoicing pain
Nigga
Swish
From outside of the arc
Shoot
You miss
Now fade away into dark (nigga)

[Hook]