A Selekt Few - A Selekt Few (feat. The Lit Fuse, Mikey Smit & KinG Pen) Lyrics

Fusey, KP, Smitty let's go!
Ayo Ay Ayo Ayo
It's twilight Litty, I'm like a vampire at they necks
I came back from the dead but had that Lazarus effect
A prime example, trying to stand on this divine mantle
But had a flash of myself from the past like time travel
Seen who's collaborates can calibrate success
Speaking simple truth with no need to elaborate the rest huh
We got them sunny side samples
Cracked, will leave ya mind scrambled
Poaching off a benedict don't calculate the best
Ayo, ya horns is showing brody, I'm unsettled guess
Sometimes one out the half dozen turns to deviled eggs
I put my skills on the skillet, don't let the rhymes ramble
We talking topics? I'm more topical than shined vase-
Line, Gasoline, Imma lean back
If it's a trap bro, then I'm Fat Joe when I seen that
If taken with a grain of salt, I hope you hear this from me
It's never disrespect or hate, it's just the realness from me, Fusey
Know what I mean? This game is meant for a select circle of few
A Selekt Few, man! Everybody's not for everybody, man!
Big body's in my future, don't believe I rebuke ya
I'm ya tutor injecting medullas
You want the ice I got ya brain in a cooler
You ain't been thinking to smart you focused on what's cooler
I'm into getting paper giving dividends
You see I'm surgical
Peel back coils to show ya own truth
Now really I'm in position to pick and comb it to
That's a mental coma proof
Check in to feel what love can do
You moving real uncomfortable
I know it can be cold to
The band aid effect come with a sting
You know reality my thing
And ain't Vera with a wang
I been nice since the sandbox
Putting sand in shoe socks
You gone smell me I open nose passages like I'm Claritin
The clarity is clear to him
I'm speaking third person GTAing it
And Just to save the game I gotta live to find my place
And we all should do the same it's a feeling to elate
Some would say that's real spit but be dry in ya face
Clowns never look that's why the pie in they face
These bars a make you run to ya chick and cry on her waste
You know what I mean? This game is meant for a select circle of few
A Selekt Few, man. Everybody's not for everybody, man!
Hah
I'm the tax time to pay your fine
The axe ya'll afraid to grind
Come from a place where you might get Jack with a Pair of Nines
God emcee I'm the last of my damn kind
Every last line I'm on a tac like Mankind
When your name bubbling they test like a scantron
Let 'em step, what's a big stepper to a landmine?
Stand-up guy not the talk behind your back kind
Only time you'll find me on my back if I backslide
These rappers giving kings of comedy, Bernie mac vibes
Sweet as milk & cookies he fraudulent but he act live
Whatever floats your boat, faking the funk get you flatlined
And you don't want to be aboard that ship when it capsize
I can't lie a lot of your favorites is past prime
A bunch of junkies who dress funny and manufacture lies
I have survived my scars are the indication
This audio stimulation is part of my vindication
I'm sorry yall can't relate but that's often the case wit greatness
My class is a different weight and my path through a different gate
If I'm laughing it's in your face, when it's action cut to the chase
When I crash it they you roll up in a casket inside your Wake
My passion is on display it's natural to infatuate
It's a gamble who want to play? You'll get handled like Mandalay
They mess around and find your body in shambles inside the Bay
Can't identify you so they light candles beside the lake
I only serve The One whose sandles that I'm not worthy to lace
The rest of y'all should bend the knee fore your head end up on a stake
Find him dropping jewels in every groove of a song I ate
When I would shake and move I kept a tool like Harbor Freight
When we was late to school we'd take a pull of stress and inflate
To separate the two we had sift through the mess in the shake
No stems, no sticks; no trends, no tricks
I plant a seed watch it grow, loose ends getting clipped
It's easy
This game is meant for a select circle of few
A Selekt Few, man. Everybody's not for everybody, man!
Just don't think you can start rapping and shit, man
Like, stop it man
I'm tired, I'm tired of it man, I'm tired
Know what I mean? It's time to just let it out
And I mean, every little feeling, every little observance
Every little thought was a song
Every conversation was a song