I sick and tired of all these people and their nikes talk. Osiris is where its at, get wit it world!
lyrics
Alright check the flow, this is laceless
Free bird from the nest, all wingtips
New man, no boy, thank my last kiss
From the lady with the lips, claim famous
Made me grow up, never been the same since
If the shoe fits then my sole so dangerous
I step lite, quite right, scared to flame this
I’d like to introduce my changed cadence
Rock the blank labeled life, so nameless
I’d like to say this, you can call me niño but I’m so ageless
Grown from the ground up, all kicks, don’t tie me down by your rubric,
Please let me swoop through, don’t let the sneaker tell you how to view you,
its all voodoo, control and cold bliss, label me this and I’ll tell ‘em this is new isshh, oh so stitched.
2nd verse:
Ears in the dream but my feet on the scene,
Fingers made of ink and my soul nineteen
Head in the clouds, with a hoodie held down
So far you can make my headphones my crown
I can breath tracks but I enjoy the drowning
The things kept from you are sometimes astounding
Air tastes better when your heart is a pounding
My feet are abounding, my flavor alarming,
Hermes resemblance oh so charming
Feathered messenger kicks, just call me
Hip-hop’s new UPS pick, with the on time mix
And a heavy bass hit, with a borrowed beat to spit
This art is such a label of corporate mischief
I humbly board the nike swoosh cause I just do it
All kicks, no tricks,
Stomp flame, I’m
LIT
credits
from Childhood^3,
released November 13, 2012
Credit to whoever made this ridiculously bumping tune and of course Mac Miller for actually killing this. Lastly I do not own this beat peoples, I swear.
London's Da Flyy Hooligan's brash and vivid lyrics are overlaid on beats from American hip-hop crew The Beat Junkies. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 27, 2024