Yknow it’s very true that you can’t be certain things

So truth be told you can’t be whatever you wanna be

And in that case how’re people who

Are things that are hard to be, S’posed to have an anthem?

The way I see it, in order to give em that, y’gotta impersonate em entirely

And whole heartedly to the fullest extent

Yo, so here we go, imma bide my time and creep real slow

Y’know I lurk in shadows, gotta have patiеnce for the inflow of info

Stocked up for a stakе-out, sativa dominated smoke-out

Caffeine may be fuelin me but ah gotta gruelin need for only the sweetest endo

Cupla hours in now, I see you’ve decided to do a lil cookout

Mah sidekick gittin hungry n drowsy, eye whites are red n veiny already burnt out

Das why usually I fly solo, don’t need nobody to rouse me

No sleep on the job, earnin mah keep even when iss weighin down on mah psyche

Y’could pay me upfront but I don’t mind it bein via commission

Just make sure y’do so handsomely, treat me like royalty and check yer addition

My insertion into yer system would happen with surgical persuasion like an incision

This cut won’t need stitches it ain’t visible to yer inferior vision

Just plain ass creepin takin no actions continue making observations

Not quite voyeurism just tourism of yuh locale naturalle

Wild habitat gotta git that prowl on, can’t risk detection

Pre-meditation for counteraction, shroud the origin of this style

When riled up it gets vile and volatile

Yeah we creep real slow

The meek are sure to follow

Quite the sight to be seein the brave curl up and wallow

Report it, big scoop, big news, truth don’t mattah to a hollow

Yeah we creep real slow

The meek are sure to follow

Quite the sight to be seein the brave curl up and wallow

Report it, big scoop, big news, truth don’t mattah to a hollow

Damn deze streets get increasingly more obscene

There’s this fiend in Jabriya on the scene

Didn’t see em, I just heard about his attack on coffee bean

Callin em out is the ideal way fer me to intervene

Speculation would be f’the mentally bleak and morally weak

They spectate with blind emotions that flare up and heat seek

While some avoid a corrupted accusatory index that reeks

Justice swift and no turnin of the other cheek

Hunted like vermin by the dude doing a sermon

Pitchfork preachin while creepily eyeing the children

Blinded by his version of god, if you woke you’ll quickly be noticin

Holy man ain’t so holy all of a sudden, his miasmas foggyin yer vision

Distant dreams, revealing themes, bursting seams, deadly ideas

Dastardly discussions and devious gatherings, s’all smoke n mirruz

Consistent misdirection, mysterious happenings, means they can’t see us

Two can play a game of shadows, y’threats n warnings can’t reach us

Yeah we creep real slow

The meek are sure to follow

Quite the sight to be seein the brave curl up and wallow

Report it, big scoop, big news, truth don’t mattah to a hollow

Yeah we creep real slow

The meek are sure to follow

Quite the sight to be seein the brave curl up and wallow

Report it, big scoop, big news, truth don’t mattah to a hollow