Bird's Eye View Lyrics - Black Thought

I want you to tell them 

Statik Selektah 

Lets do this man for real 

We smoke big blunts, cigars, it's us 

It's obvious, kids, we regulate up shit moving through brush 

The beats is grim, the ambiance plush 

The speaker won't bang, the sneaker won't lust 

Snitches wish dead, the eagle gon' bust 

Catch you in the wrong spot, you dust 

Statik ill, bring the havoc, this is magic 

Fake niggas flee out, fly out the mouth, I get you gatted 

Sports cars, reendorsed yards 

Everybody four stars, Rae like forty, jewelry gaudy 

Your creature game corny, I eat your dame, you hop up on me 

Head off the rip, grab the whip, rest maturely 

Hanging around the vets in the sweats 

Since '97 we was rolex-ing the extra 

Fuck around a hundred Tecs flash 

Flex, cash, drugs, money and sex 

Dumb check smashing 

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Watching the game from a bird's eye view 

They say it's hard to keep trust so my third eye grew 

Chakras open, binocular scoping, sour smoking 

Hoping my best buds ain't only in it for the tokens 

Cause they say it's who you joking with, tokin' potent with 

Tag team and strokin' chicks, the ones that do some bogus shit 

Act cool on the strip, but want to put two on your hip 

Macking jewels in your whips, booming your hits, screwing your bitch 

Froze under my toes, bitches where my penis is 

Kicking it since the womb, now you see what the fetus is 

And what the fetus is? Would these niggas feed us shit? 

Rob a nigga for his number 2's to put my feet in, shit 

Flow slippery, rise to the tippity top 

I'mma make hot drops, make snakes history 

Dreams of living civilly in Sicily 

Laughing with a fan like 

Photos 

It's the elephant in the room 

Created by a collision of the sun and the moon 

My sonogram was an image of a gun in the womb 

That was soon to be doper than heroin in a spoon 

I'm astonishing, honestly my future looking promising 

As my skin tone and a crystal clean onyx is 

Darker thoughts let the beats break like a Amish's 

I'm a stroke of genius like Mickalene Thomas is 

Hip-hop and body rocking and doing it dude 

I am the living definition of improving the groove 

I use the same tools to shoot that Kubrick used 

Take your hero to the river, give them two b-rick shoes 

Who lose? If you really ain't nobody till somebody love you 

I say you ain't nobody til they speaking highly of you 

And what I'm sure you wouldn't want is any kind of trouble 

Unless you got a crash dummy or a body double 

You got a couple homies down to catch a homi- for you 

Well I'mma fold niggas into origami for you 

The most notorious, Poet Laureate 

Whole story is glorious, stoic warriors 

And I got my eyes wide open on you quasi- 

Haters still smirking like the gators on an Izod 

Lacoste, y'all tomato head niggas are 

Imposters, long drawn out process 

Triple OG's got a worn out conscience 

Reminiscing to when we was all out monsters, on 

Our Sierra Leone reigning tyranny 

I strike fear in their hearts, rappers stear clear of me 

Black Sankofa, Ayatollah, Range Rover, games over 

Bill folder, give niggas that Ebola virus 

Huh? You got me chopped like Miley Cyrus 

Naw, I'm on your block with Somali pirates 

For real man Statik man, Whats good? 

Yeah you know I gets it on 

I ain't playin', i'm truly the worst 

I was born about that 

...Represent me