NEFEW lyrics : "Vintage"
Smoky mirrors made my focus clear
I see from the fog, it's approaching near
You feel my presence like it's a ghost in here
Far from local, this is for the global's fear
I'm from the area you had to be doper than peers
And I'm the most potent with a flow in years
Industry setbacks never broke my spirit
I spit with conviction, I hope you hear it
So sincere, the whip I control and steer
Document my life for my focus clear
I show you the ropes like a veteran does
Hand from the sky touch the heavens above
Trend setter, my Uzi weighs a metric tone
Got a vendetta, it will get settled in blood
It's a recession in the ghetto through slums
Till I'm out to get the precious metal from foreigns
The soul of a rebel like '
And I applaud the precious so I never succumb
Decide the weather wherever I perform
Human volcano, fire since I was born
I'll melt your face and make the climate warm
Just put ice grill in the $#&@ing eye of the storm
My rhyme is harder than a diamond's core
I'm light years ahead of my time, I'm sure
Inspect my gems, you can't find the flaws
Open my mouth, it's like a lion's roar
The underdog till you read the final score
Live from New York, hit man for hire, war
You think I'm $#&@ing with you?
I am not $#&@ing with you
I came to patch up the rap game like a first aid kit
I'm not afraid of competition 'cause your burst ain't %#@!
Put Nefew on a joint, that %#@!'s a perfect fit
I'll knock your $#&@ing lights out like it's my birthday, (*##$
Sweet bread, I'm hitting Fashion Week in my Timberlands
If you believer, well maker, you better think again
Rhyme sharper than a chainsaw face off
I make rappers sound like they all suffer from brain loss
I try to be the next Langston Hughes
They wouldn't give me any credit but what else is new?
So $#&@ with me, I'm puffing espinozas in a Range Rover
Gone for the $#&@ing throne until your reign's over
I'm so dope you can't cope with my flow so you choke
Are you broke but you know that you won't stand a chance against me
The MC, he hand me a damn beat and they'll see they can't flee this stampede
A couple mother$#&@ers praying for my downfall
But they always stay low like a ground ball
But that %#@! never bother me, haters gonna hate, I laugh at 'em like comedy
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