Over The Top

Verse 1 (Opio)
Uh. Japanese girls do a dance off Plee shit
I’m tappin’ these pearls ‘til she paraplegic
After we tour in America, Greece, into Sweden
Rock a Stockholm like free nig
Microphone fiend in my stereo needs some enlightenment
Right with no fear of a demon
Mysterio hypnotize minds to teach them
‘Cause we from an era where the golden kings sun
Reach from the heavens give ‘em spiritual seeds
Run for cover…
Might pierce your soul like Gun Bucka
Blow a hole through your chromosome
You mufuckas will learn, clear as daylight when the blood burns
Know the phone taps, I advance with one word
You keep the world turning on its axis, absurd
To those that would non-believe, ask yourself what’s worse?
The truth, or hell on earth. Who’s cursed?
Chorus 1 (Opio)
Yeah, laced with knowledge
The kind of shit you can’t get you paid for college
Back and don’t chase the models
And waste no dollars then they pay for my shows
Some raise in Cabo, sippin’ Don Juli-eh-ho. Y’all know
The same ‘ol, same ‘ol. Every day thanks stay chasin’ the peso
Verse 2 (Pep Love)
These thieves, come a creepin’ in then a VD seed by they enemies
That they sleepin’ with, but they didn’t see
Men with femininity in they tendencies
They shuffle the deck, now we holdin’ the cards upon
Its love and respect but we going for ours
Get them phony fucks outta your space, its toxicity
The hater gonna say what they say, just stop listening
I’m a tellin’ on them jealous ones
I’m accumulatin’ my crumbs to get a better sum
I’m the black magnetic sun
I bring green things to life before the day is said and done
Chorus 2 (Pep Love)
Come on everyone, come on everyone
We wake us up among the swing sweet chariot
It wasn’t even, it was coming for the dirty home
It’s just beginning but you know the people get it done
Come on everyone, we make the several on the swing sweet chariot
It wasn’t even, it was coming for the dirty home
It’s just beginning but you know that one it begun, we gon’ get it done
Verse 3 (Pep Love)
We so wet like sex in the rain
My hip-hop session will bang in the basement
Erasin’ the pain… raisin’ the game… blazin’ and brazin’ in plain, sight
And them automobiles, and them trains and them planes
Lights outer space with a star
The craziest thoughts got me trippin’ to a place so far
I’m embellishin’, and relishin’, the shine of First Light battleship
Chorus 3 (Opio)
We on stage like let ‘er rip
Parliament funk blast off in the mother ship
Yeah, dog’s on some other shit
Let the drummer get some, then we punish it
Bomboclat, come equipped son I ride
From the top, we runnin’ this liquor shot
Ha! If you represent Hiero…
Third eyes on the rise built for survival