Watcher (Freestyle)

By Akala

On The War Mixtape (Mixtape)

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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