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Ezekiel's Wheel ft. George Clinton

Album: Erick the Architect Durasi: 3:57

Ha, okay

Was 15, probably out mackin', red steel-plated staircases, schooled this young rapper

Big cappin', reenactments, some are jealous, some are fractured

Some'll watch 'em dreams slip away, that's another chapter

Change occupations, more abrasive, wanna change this season

Bang harder for a feature, sold Franklins like Aretha

Made me sick, how you snitch? Pussy purr like Eartha Kitt (purr)

Can't determine if you think I'm ill or you just ridin' (dick)

I icebergs the exterior if I decide the fit

Had to pen the verse proper, so they can't deny the shit

Wrote this verses at my mama's house, I hope she fast asleep

'Cause if she heard the music, no excuse to drag my feet (damn)

How it feel to be a misery, a counselor for the creeps

The perception, how I'm watchin' horror movies every week

Can't repel what's in my head, I jot in thought and form, and speech

Some say it's poetry, some say it's ESP

Read your mind, align your chis, and burn your negativity

Bumpin' Junior Reid, I harnessed mine, so who am I to people please?

Cop fleece, cold winters, caught me like the СDС MР3s

And achieved the Jesus Piece through DLC

I see too many, tryna pump you like it's creatine

I'ma keep it G with my niggas, we don't flee the scene

Runnin' up the tab shoppin', only time I flee the scene

Watanabe on the tracksuit, you can't see the seams

Off the liquor, feelin' hundred-proof, big my self-esteem

When the drinks is flowin' in the juice, shawty slippery

Told me to just skrrt off in the coupe, let me get the keys (get in)

Longest Rick Owens on the boot, shawty look at me

Steppin' for a second in a suit, check the drip on me

Reckless for my section, they my dudes, they gon' stick with me

Hate is every color, every hue, got more shit to see (for real)

My good intentions (my good intentions)

Gave through to severance (gave through to severance)

What's the meanin' of spoilin' (the meanin' of spoilin')

A tin man with foil? (A tin man with foil?)

So let's call it even (so let's call it even)

Everyone's keepin' secrets for oilin' (everyone's keepin' secrets for oilin')

Secrets for oilin' (have Ezekiel's wheels gone squeaky?)

Have Ezekiel's wheels gone squeaky? (The squeaky wheel gets no grease)

Blind to you niggas, Collie Buddz, we just raised the fiends

Skated on the opps with a trick, we just reign Supreme

Flatbush on the top, your favorite rapper's still okay to me

And they ain't even wavy, B, they sneak into the major leagues

Tried to stay humble, but I'm far too gone (that's right)

When no liquor's in your cup and then your song is on

All the wars we been scrappin', when it's on, it's on

Brilliance untapped, I backtracked, I'm feelin' reborn

Grind harder in this gorgeous storm, exchange out the Charles de Gaulle

I do fly shit and my routine ain't for all of y'all

I ain't have nothin', I evolved with no one involved

Envied all the ones who can afford to take the summer off

But I'm a Brooklyn nigga, ain't no difference in us, we just are

Raised off of Nostrand Ave', right next to the liquor store

Papa playin' Lady Saw, and the tree was sycamore

Had to keep my eyes open, just in case we hit the floor

Music on, platforms, sequins drawers, disco balls

This the sauce, get endorsed, buy up all the boulevard

We define the echelon (we define the echelon)

And there it is, so goes the story

Do the best you can, and then fuck it

Then fly off (fly off), dreamland

Squeaky wheel gets no grease (yeah, yeah)

The jokes on you, baby, and then fuck it

My good intentions, gave through to severance

What's the meanin' of spoilin', a tin man with foil?

So let's call it even, everyone's keepin' secrets for oilin' (jokes on you)

Have Ezekiel's wheels gone squeaky?