CASKET ft. nobigdyl., DJ Mykael V, Jon Keith & Mogli the Iceburg Lyrics

CASKET ft. nobigdyl., DJ Mykael V, Jon Keith & Mogli the Iceburg - indie tribe

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CASKET Lyrics

You oughta stand on something eventually, guys

Show them indie tribe, cosign it!

We cosignin' indie tribe, indie tribe is tough

Ten out of ten, I don't care, and, yeah (Time is tough, woo)

Head of the class, head of the pack, Heavenly rap

Better to master than to be mastered by petty cash

Anything you attached to's a heavy bag

Better bet if it's tattooed, it's really that

I could never go the ways of the masses, ayy

Couldn't be a slavе to the lashes (Can't do it)

Rather diе than a life full of average

Got a King James and it came with a casket (Oh, ayy, oh, ayy, oh, ayy, oh, ayy)

Grave digger, fade giver, debate winner

Pacin' and impatient 'cause the rage in him

Graceless and elated when he spray venom

But the Savior took eraser to the hate in him

Had to face it, need a facelift, 'cause, lately

Feelin' like a slave to the screen, caught me in HD (HD)

Had to take a break from the posts like I was Swae Lee (Swae Lee)

Blocked twenty-seven accounts, now that's a great week (Haha)

President Dyllie, I need you to impeach me

Glory to the King of Kings, I need to decrease

The devil was whining and then we dropped "CECE"

And I eat beats all week, call me Keith Lee (Keith Lee)

It's A-B-C, one-two-three

CSV, KJV

Translation: as long as you waitin' for the day to face J.C.

We on the same team, even though the game may be (Ayy)

Head of the class, head of the pack, Heavenly rap

Better to master than to be mastered by petty cash

Anything you attached to's a heavy bag

Better bet if it's tattooed, it's really that

I could never go the ways of the masses, ayy

Couldn't be a slave to the lashes (Can't do it)

Rather die than a life full of average

Got a King James and it came with a casket (Oh, ayy, oh, ayy, oh, ayy, oh, ayy)

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Draw the line, who tryna get it? Go 'head and trace me

Now you switchin' up for the clout, you did a lame thing (Lameo)

Maybe this the real you now, or maybe it's Maybelline

Ayy, Keith, what you saying, don't fold up

Can't see what I'm painting, let me own up

Everything that you chasing really own ya'

And they seem to like slavery, don't approach us

I just dug my own grave and it's lit (Yeah)

Traded in my cash for a crown and it fit (Fit)

Please don't ask if we signin' again

Puttin' rappers in the ground, the only time I use my pen, right (Brrt-brrow!)

Ayy, blessings still coming from top down (Top!)

Right, you wanna ride wit' your top down? (Nah!)

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Yeah, Christ got my masters, I'm— (Ow!)

Head of the class, head of the pack, Heavenly rap

Better to master than to be mastered by petty cash

Anything you attached to's a heavy bag

Better bet if it's tattooed, it's really that

I could never go the ways of the masses, ayy

Couldn't be a slave to the lashes (Can't do it)

Rather die than a life full of average

Got a King James and it came with a casket (Oh, ayy, oh, ayy, oh, ayy, oh, ayy)

Yo

Take all my blessings, double it and pass it to someone else (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I got more comin', my shortcomings been covered fully (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

By the One who poured out His blood for me to conquer hell (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Keep on prayin' to the universe, man, whatever helps

You might assume that you know all my views

'Cause you watched some dude on YouTube misusin' some Scripture (Who are you? Huh?)

I'm sure you've contemplated the wisdom of the ages

And came to the conclusion you see the whole picture (There's more to it)

You need to look at the Leviathan

There go another bruised ego, amigo

I don't wanna hear you play the world's smallest violin (I don't feel bad)

You see me stuntin' with my Daddy and I'm stylin'

The Son of Man took us fishin', and cast aside my ambition (Yeah, uh-huh)

And now we real in the mission, convertin' way too efficient (Uh-huh)

I turned my pride off to listen, the fear of God begets wisdom

The Surgeon made an incision to heal me (Yeah)

Head of the class, head of the pack, Heavenly rap

)

Anything you attached to's a heavy bag (Yeah)

Better bet if it's tattooed, it's really that

I could never go the ways of the masses, ayy

Couldn't be a slave to the lashes (Can't do it)

Rather die than a life full of average

Got a King James and it came with a casket (Oh, ayy, oh, ayy, oh, ayy, oh, ayy)

Whole lotta bodybags in here right now

Here's a bouquet of flowers

Drop it on the casket, say your farewells-

Mwa! Kiss it goodbye!