specs ft. Blakk Mambo & Chilldren Of Indigo Lyrics

They say perspective is a bitch

When you trying to see the bigger picture

I see the switch up when the goals don't align

I'm like a bishop to these rookies

My diagonal rhyme schemes are fiending for the kings position

That exposition my perpetual mission

Be it on white and black squares or real life

My performance real tight

We opening channels off that skill type shit

We on that real life shit

I ain't saying the labels deaf

Maybe they cataracts just real white

Unable to process Nigerian insight

Maybe the average fan ain't feel my bars in real life

In real words wrapped in skin tight

We deep vernacular off insight

We call that real sight, ha

I called the doc I need the specs to tell me

If I'm tripping or if my position just a deep vice

Trying to decouple and de-lice

Bullshit spewing cross your grey matter

On the regular like yeah tight

If life a matador

I'm charging at the door and asking all the bouncers for the fee twice

Before they cut me cross the red flag

I'm spewing bloody truth until I'm deep spiced

Gimme the specs I need that insight

Insight, insight, insight, insight, insight, insight

Need that insight, insight, insight, insight, insight, insight

Give me the specs I need that insight

Insight, insight, insight, insight, insight

Need that insight, insight, insight, insight, insight, insight, insight, insight

What they don't know is gonna hurt em when they find out

In due time cos they been moving with the lights out

Daytona five they all left all the rights out

Betting on a wreck, I'll be first to pull the dice out

In due time cos they've been moving with the lights out

I'll put the flame to em 'til they sweating in an ice house

Ultra light beams fill the room and chase the mice out

Time out

They need a breather, get the ice out

Fuck that, I keep a cleat in they mouth

And they'll believe in due time that they've been moving with the lights out

Chains iced out and your name nice now

But you can't pay for the game boy you staying priced out

I'm in deep, you get weak when they bring that rice out

Cold feet and flushed cheeks, wishing you could hide out

Playing with me, if it ain't for keeps, you get excised out

I'm bigger than the game

And y'all just playing with my time, I'm out