P crook & universe hopper - Confiscate the vibe

Ay
P Crook's on the microphone
Lettin' everybody know
If the vibe is wack
I'ma take it back
Go
Go
Go
Go
Go
Kill 'em Stoy!
I came to confiscate it
I came to confiscate it
I came to confiscate it
The way you had it I fuckin' hate it!
I can spread the vibe like mitose
Acceptance and love is my Vibe vote
Hold it down for the culture like I'm Rino
Get up on the stage spit Flames like Spyro
I lose sight poor management
But I am vibe talented
Too much negativity is sacrilege
Yeah I got the knowledge but can I practice it?
Crown wants a pound a flesh well who doesn't
Your life sucks enough of whodunnit
Move or accept to dwell is stuponic
Smile, pay homage the strong can laugh off it
Joy to the world?
Wish it on yourself
Cultivate the vibe
No matter what you're dealt
If the world is pain
Then it's joy as well
We can pick which
Even if we broke as hell
I came to confiscate it
I came to confiscate it
I came to confiscate it
The way you had it I fuckin' hate it
I came to confiscate it
I came to confiscate it
I came to confiscate it
The way you had it I fuckin' hate it
Go on raise hell
I'll raise vibrations
Pass me the mic,
I'll turn the room to vegas
That's the fruit of my vibe cultivations
Since I switched,
From swiping bitches to swiping pages
The way depict the ages
Is definition matrix
So make your own vibe history
And aim to raise it
The future and the path myth
I'm livin in the praesent
The future's not complex
It's pretty basic
Complaining's a lane their takin'
Claiming that the moments tainted
Who am I to say it ain't shit?
Youre facing Goliath, David
What's your excuse
Cuz He overcame it!
I came to confiscate it
I came to confiscate it
I came to confiscate it
The way you had it I fuckin' hate it
I came to confiscate it
I came to confiscate it
I came to confiscate it
The way you had it I fuckin' hate it
There's only one Stoy
Bow to your SoonKing
GO
Let em know!
I came to confiscate it
I came to confiscate it
I came to confiscate it
The way you had it I fuckin' hate it
I came to confiscate it
I came to confiscate it
I came to confiscate it
The way you had it I fuckin' hate it
If I die then I’m dead and it’s done
If I die
Then I’m dead
And it’s done
If I die then I’m dead and it’s done
If I die
Then I’m dead
And it’s done
Or is it, son?

Writers: Powys Harrison-Jones

Lyrics © DistroKid

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