Vibration ft. Larell Lyrics

Look

Starting near the ending of '96

Born into the night, I been considered an owl since

Gotta spread my wings to stay fly for this outlet

Searching for that power to put a shock to your conscience

So watch for the caution

I ought to be honest

For context, it's the rap Ritchie Valens

Fooling on these strings and then I hit you with a ballad

But I'm careful with the flow because I know we need a balance

No TJ Lavin but I'm here to bring The Challenge

I came up where there's Lions & Tigers

Bear witness to these paws when I'm lying a strike here

Never strike out

Never out of the game

Cause victory's on my mind, that's even part of my name

Hey

Obie Trice, no gimmicks

As I bring the light into light, there's no vision

When live a life of the night, it's so frigid

Cause I much rather rise to new heights so my soul lifted

I know that you've been waiting for the day that I rise

Above my situation of mine

But I'm caught

In the storms of my life

But I'll

Find my vibration

Vibration

I remember when my dad said "you gotta be more aggressive"

So I

Took in his words as I'm recognizing the lesson

Proceed to load all my poems and learn to use 'em as weapons

Get to popping off this heat, I ain't talking a Smith & Wesson

Never been the type to just gamble away my life

So you can bet it up that this world ain't a paradise

Fakes all up in your hair, I compare 'em to parasites

It ain't never all fair or nice

Swear that Phil Collins can feel it call In The Air Tonight

Right, (Oh lord) right

I'm not one for negativity

Sometimes I talk smack, but your hands will never get to me

You can read between the lines, look we not even in symmetry

This is so you know though

I'm out to get the chicken like arroz con pollo

The boyo

Has no need for the kitchen cause this the rock that I steady be shipping

Get it

I know that you've been waiting for the day that I rise

Above my situation of mine

But I'm caught

In the storms of my life

But I'll

Find my vibration

Vibration

Uh

Hey, Victor

This beat go Chiquita bananas

I thought this was Carlos Santana

Guitar and cigar and piano

I'm back in the Copacabana

I'm up, yeah

Yeah, I'm popping now I want a Phantom

They couldn't pop so they move to Atlanta

I'm praying for man

Just pray for me, Nana

They say I'm too blunt like the back of the hammer

They rolling up blunts in the front getting hammered

I know that they hear me, but still I'm enamored

I'm rapping about heads, I feel like I'm Santa

Oh ha ha ha ha

Feliz Navidad, you be dancing with devils like cha-cha-cha

I got an album that's ready to drop

Talking to labels like blah-blah-blah

I'm like Socrates with rhyming schemes

There won't be peace 'til I'm deceased, laid easy

I got God with me, His prophecy

He promised me that He would never leave me

But it kinda bothers me cause honestly a lot of these MC's be cheesy

That isosceles over the eyes' obsolete

We all know, believe me

All that I'm hearing is "I got the ugh

I got the drip", shut up

Duhduhduhduhduhduh, we run it up

We on the come up

Put up or shut up

Please

Don't kill me vibe

Black and brown pride relations

You don't want no problems, keep it modest

Southwest & seven Mile, forget about it

But my voice was, it sounded good through the headphones but the beat's kinda like

Ooh whoa oh, oh, oh

Whoa oh, oh, oh

Ooh whoa oh, oh, oh

Whoa oh, oh

Ooh whoa oh, oh, oh

Whoa oh, oh, oh

Ooh whoa oh, oh, oh

Whoa oh, oh

Whoa

Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Hey, hey

Hey