Off the Contact - Core Masson, 2nd Generation Wu

Yeah

The I-N-T-E-Double-L

Yeah, yeah, yeah

2nd Generation Wu

I said

I said

Getting high off the contact

Can’t see me, where’s your contacts?

Getting high off the contact

Can’t see me, where’s your contacts?

I said

Getting high off the contact

Can’t see me, where’s your contacts?

Getting high off the contact

Can’t see me, where’s your contacts?

Yeah

We don’t respect authority figures

These racist pigs wanna call me a nigga

My word and my balls, all that I got

And my hands up, I don’t wanna get shot

Especially riding in the foreign I got

I pray to God I don’t get stopped

Got at last ten years in my truck

I’m heading up north

I was hlla young, hopped off the Porsche

Young nigga pass me the torch

Burn a nigga alive, nigga get scorched

Take off your track and that’s my force

Look at this fucking jewelry I bought

Summertime, I had that Porsche

Reap what you sow, I sold it all

Life like a movie, I wrote the score

Nigga I’m red, hoe I’m raw

All these years we ain’t get caught

Champagne for a King

And I’m through saving my dogs

And I keep a bad bitch, that’s for sure

I got loose change for these whores

Ain’t shit to cut the bitch off

Getting high off the contact

Can’t see me, where’s your contacts?

I said

Getting high off the contact

Can’t see me, where’s your contacts?

Stay quiet, what they need to be

Chill with the attitude nigga like Eazy-E (What?)

One voice in my head said «Believe in me» (Huh?)

The other voice sounded like Stephen King (Ew)

You’re deepest deep just like a Dawson’s Creek and I fit your life inside a

moment (Pussy)

My deepest deep just like

Some days I feel like I’m chosen

When an emcee wanna battle foes

I don’t know but when the casket close, I want guns and roses like Axel Rose

(Yeah)

The chain is rocky as a gravel road

My flow is colder than the blackest toes

I’m the black Da Vinci tryna crack the code

Packing up the stress until the track just flows

Say word (Yeah), Never been the quiet type (Nope)

People in my head come alive at night

When the vibe is right and the time is nice

You could say I come alive from the rhymes I write

Sundown on the boarder, I grind all night

Always been lit, imma shine all night

Gotta take your time, make your mind all right

And I’m fine but my mind is a bomb on sight like

ARGHHHH NIGGA

WHOOOOO