I Got The Vibe
Wiley
GENRE
[Intro]
Yo
Eskiboy
Flava D productions
Yeah
Eskibeat Records
Live in effect
Roll Deep, Boy Better Know, you know me
Hello, hi
Hi, hello, hello, hi
Hi, hello, hello, hi
Hello, hi
Hello, hello, hi
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I got the vibe
When I come alive
The whole scene wake up like, "nah, it's Wiley"
This can't slide
Bad bones in your body like, this can't ride
I'm a full-time spitter when I'm in a half-time
I'm a whole one, them likkle man arе half pints
I'm looking at the bigger view
That mеans I have already seen the bigger picture
You can past time while I got straight to the matter at hand
Straight to the war, it's a badder man plan
I don't wanna pet with the talk or run from a spitter
But how comes another man can?
That's why I moved on with another plan
[?]
Another man can
Why you putting your life in another mans hand?
Wake up, it's a cold world
You ain't got a chance in heaven or hell, when it's a battle
Give me the crown
'Cause me and the world are in a battle
You're a small fried chips that curl
No hassle
The war roots are solid
My cage, it don't rattle
On the same day, somebody drops any dub
You could reply 'cause I've got time
I don't babble
I put letters and word together, they're like scrabble
No bumbahole test, 'cause I ain't no fraggo
It's loud, when I come around
Everybody wakes up like, "it's Wiley again"
Til the scene turn 'round
Dream was a blue sky, then the dream saw clouds
Man gotta take crops that the people found
Might include you so we're equal now
She never put your name on a 2-10 list
You're pissed, what a shame, evil cow
I'm back with the awaited sequel now
Fling tackle but the referee equals foul
I walk with the people who are quite godly
But, [?] evil now
Hype like an old-school Lethal pow
Can't call me a wasteman, chief, or clown
Did you hear me?
Can't call me wasteman, chief, or clown
I done it for years and I'm alive
Got your whole crew sitting in fear when I arrive
It's clear when I arrive
'Cause I might say "bu-du-du-da-da-da"
So you can hear when I arrive
I'm hearing them stars too but I'm a vibe
I get a reload, I get it 'cause I'm a vibe
I get it 'cause I'm a style
I'm MC, wha-la-la-la-lyle
I got the flow
When I'm on the road
The whole scene wakes up like, "nah it's Wiley, he's too cold"
Them spitters in the game think he's too old
Fans on twitter say he's too [?]
Got so many garms from live, some might say to me I'm living on the B-2 road
Crep check, crep on my feet too cold
I got the power that the people hold
Don't ever disobey he who knows
Come around where, get free food - no
You can't rob me 'cause your P's too low
Go and get a better job with your people, yo
Here's the last verse but I done it before the other two
So I call it a prequel, yo
Me and these spitters ain't equal, no
'Cause I'm playing to win
I'm on the wing
Got a 20 more artists I wanna bring
Music that's sitting on mac, it's not a ting
Shit crew, sit and relax, 'cause I'm a king
Ki-ki-king-ki-king-king-king
I will rise the riddim
You can tell I'm not a spitter on a likkle man ting
Ting, ting
Big man ting
Not funky, this ain't a wigman ting
Ting, ti-ting, ti-ting, ti-ting
Like Ears, I'm ahead of 'em, Wiley's too relevant
I got it from a L-O-N [?]
I only know what's evident
No evidence
Case irrelevant
No chargers, can't pin a man down
All of that talk, you're run down
Got bars in my head and I won't stop firing shots like, guns out
Get your guns out
[Outro]
Ahh
Haha
Yo
Eskiboy
Flava D productions
Yeah
Eskibeat Records
Live in effect
Roll Deep, Boy Better Know, you know me
Hello, hi
Hi, hello, hello, hi
Hi, hello, hello, hi
Hello, hi
Hello, hello, hi
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I got the vibe
When I come alive
The whole scene wake up like, "nah, it's Wiley"
This can't slide
Bad bones in your body like, this can't ride
I'm a full-time spitter when I'm in a half-time
I'm a whole one, them likkle man arе half pints
I'm looking at the bigger view
That mеans I have already seen the bigger picture
You can past time while I got straight to the matter at hand
Straight to the war, it's a badder man plan
I don't wanna pet with the talk or run from a spitter
But how comes another man can?
That's why I moved on with another plan
[?]
Another man can
Why you putting your life in another mans hand?
Wake up, it's a cold world
You ain't got a chance in heaven or hell, when it's a battle
Give me the crown
'Cause me and the world are in a battle
You're a small fried chips that curl
No hassle
The war roots are solid
My cage, it don't rattle
On the same day, somebody drops any dub
You could reply 'cause I've got time
I don't babble
I put letters and word together, they're like scrabble
No bumbahole test, 'cause I ain't no fraggo
It's loud, when I come around
Everybody wakes up like, "it's Wiley again"
Til the scene turn 'round
Dream was a blue sky, then the dream saw clouds
Man gotta take crops that the people found
Might include you so we're equal now
She never put your name on a 2-10 list
You're pissed, what a shame, evil cow
I'm back with the awaited sequel now
Fling tackle but the referee equals foul
I walk with the people who are quite godly
But, [?] evil now
Hype like an old-school Lethal pow
Can't call me a wasteman, chief, or clown
Did you hear me?
Can't call me wasteman, chief, or clown
I done it for years and I'm alive
Got your whole crew sitting in fear when I arrive
It's clear when I arrive
'Cause I might say "bu-du-du-da-da-da"
So you can hear when I arrive
I'm hearing them stars too but I'm a vibe
I get a reload, I get it 'cause I'm a vibe
I get it 'cause I'm a style
I'm MC, wha-la-la-la-lyle
I got the flow
When I'm on the road
The whole scene wakes up like, "nah it's Wiley, he's too cold"
Them spitters in the game think he's too old
Fans on twitter say he's too [?]
Got so many garms from live, some might say to me I'm living on the B-2 road
Crep check, crep on my feet too cold
I got the power that the people hold
Don't ever disobey he who knows
Come around where, get free food - no
You can't rob me 'cause your P's too low
Go and get a better job with your people, yo
Here's the last verse but I done it before the other two
So I call it a prequel, yo
Me and these spitters ain't equal, no
'Cause I'm playing to win
I'm on the wing
Got a 20 more artists I wanna bring
Music that's sitting on mac, it's not a ting
Shit crew, sit and relax, 'cause I'm a king
Ki-ki-king-ki-king-king-king
I will rise the riddim
You can tell I'm not a spitter on a likkle man ting
Ting, ting
Big man ting
Not funky, this ain't a wigman ting
Ting, ti-ting, ti-ting, ti-ting
Like Ears, I'm ahead of 'em, Wiley's too relevant
I got it from a L-O-N [?]
I only know what's evident
No evidence
Case irrelevant
No chargers, can't pin a man down
All of that talk, you're run down
Got bars in my head and I won't stop firing shots like, guns out
Get your guns out
[Outro]
Ahh
Haha
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