Lyrics:
don't step back
No I don't do that
And you know I'm sick wit' it
And I'll be on this beat
Quick witted
Boy don't step to me
(Step up step up)
Driving in
quick-witted Sgt. Pilcher
He's a dutiful man with his task at hand
And he's bound to insure with his master plan
The purity of the motherland, Sgt. Pilcher
in your shadow
'Cause you're-
So quick-witted with your tongue
Your words cut like never before
Severing the years we spent I
Don't think I know you
going mad
And I am so sorry, my quick-witted friend,
But it’s not enough, enough
You ask my friends about me all the time
Play my videos from day till
There's a cute and quick-witted, ex-heroin addict
At the other side, the other side of the room
And maybe she would like to rattle my head
Start
times
Never made a false line
Gotta make a flow like Busta Rhymes
Spit it quick witted
Quick witted
Pen stricken
Money driven
Gotta get
Doing things
Corduroy Cap, broadsheet ballads
Eats cold potatoes with oily salads
Likes Bob Dylan and Phil Ochs
Quick-witted with his topical jokes
He plays all
into someone I no longer recognize
Will fighting back restore peace?
Data-dyne you are guilty for crimes against humanity
Quick witted patriarchs decide
flows hit ya hard like a brick did it,
I'm quick witted, I spit wicked, I kick kick it,
Like a ball pon the mics yeah I do tricks with it,
I dip dip it in
Took a trip to the heartbreak city
Tried to dip but it felt so fitting
Everyone be so quick witted
Just watch once your omitted
Took the big leap now
the rest
Sure, you're pretty and quick-witted, but you're such a fucking bitch
And you say you've gotten over us, but I'm your biggest itch
Can't stop
shot ya
Seperate the weak from the obsolete
You're meek, I creep hard on impostors
And switch styles on the dime, quick-witted y'all
Quit tripping, I
shot ya
Seperate the weak from the obsolete
You're meek, I creep hard on impostors
And switch styles on the dime, quick-witted y'all
Quit tripping, I
tunnel, Marshall will start shit-itis
Hard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headed,
Dick headed, a prick, a big headache I'm sick
Quick witted
ever compare me to rappers
I'm so quick-witted that I split em like fractions
My shit, I tell em like this
It's like Shakespeare with a nigger twist
ever compare me to rappers
I'm so quick-witted that I split em like fractions
My shit, I tell 'em like this
It's like Shakespeare with a nigger twist
Marshall will start shit-itis
Hard headed and hot headed
Bull headed and pig headed
Dick headed, a prick, a big headache I'm sick
Quick witted
For every
with it and homie, I'm quick witted
Still in the game and sane we still spit it
Top level, livin' like a rebel
Settle down bitch while we skip that
look behind because the past is with ya
Until it catch up, nigga, pass the liquor
Niggas claim they’re quick witted
Quick with it but can’t even poke
This type of writing has been spicy
On my way to the top man i been fighting
These bitches think they quick witted quick witness me kill bitches
guard
Too motherfucking quick with it, like my mind quick witted
Quick hit for the kick innit, kicking it hitting a lick
If the bitch ain't Jorja Smith,
Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
Lucky seven probably poppa
Little nigga so they
And before he was your friend, he was mine
If we try to fight in every revolution in the world, we never stop
Where do we draw the line
So quick witted
Quick-witted, should've never froze up
Had your nose in things you shouldn't
Protected when I know I couldn't
Innocence stripped from the grip
Watch it slip out
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