Akala – Watcher Lyrics
Lyrics
Verse 1
- I'm the watcher, to me you cocksuckers are transparent
- I see the future like tarots, my talent embarrass you faggots
- Your shit is tragic like what happened to Magic
- I'm cold turkey to addicts, wolf to a rabbit
- Same city, different planet from Buckingham Palace
- Where Rastas are smokin' the chalice, niggas drinkin' liquor by the barrels
- Barrels smoke 'em, bullets soak in your apparel
- I'm Sagittarius, so it's natural that I spit arrows
- The watcher, I see proper, so called top shotters
- Tell the world your business so you 'bout to get knocked by the coppers
- But never lock up 'cus you sing like the opera
- Pussy'ole fi get chop up, they got no morals
- Think you ruthless 'cus the world see that you shootin? You stupid
- On the low-low is how you should do tings
- Passing your straps for stripe, you niggas are bitches
- I don't know you, I know who you clippin', so much are snitches
- Fuck the fame and the name, that ain't the aim of the game
- Supposed to scheme for a better day
- But niggas can't see, it's like they blind
- It's cool, 25, plenty time to open your eyes
- Like Memphis, future bleak, government vengeance
- Like hell they wanna help, they just uppin' the sentence
- Two strikes is life in the country we live in
- If you pop shots, but not if you fuck children
- So who you think they tryin' to imprison?
- But niggas don't wanna listen
- Limited vision is inhibited wisdom
- So I keep my eyes open, every moment I'm focused
- You jokers is bogus, I flow ferocious I'm sure that you know this
- A lot of dudes spittin' written but I'm ripping riddims
- God given, so you sinnin' if you think that you winnin'
- No religion, not a Christian I believe in the spirit
- Even if you a heathen, you believe in my lyrics
- I'm the Einstein of physics, Shakespeare to writing
- Tyson to fighting, strikin' like lightnin', we're frightenin', timin' like (?)
- See clear, my vision refined
- Look through my eyes, you feel like you see them for the first time
- I spot the snakes, I know they kind
- The fakes is easy to break
- They got no spine, them man are principle
- Discipline you niggas like the principal
- My lyrical miracles, biblical to spiritual criminals