Muzzle & Nikita - Qui Vive Lyrics

The more I let people in
I realize why Noah let only animals on the boat
The more I let people in, give 'em a helpin' hand up
Realize the very same people strangling my throat
The world ain't black and white
Or day and night
Dull and bright
Loose and tight
It's grey
There ain't no guidin' light in this maze
Everybody gotta find their own way
Scratch, reach and claw
Take whatever you scrape
Run, before it's too late
Steal, every slice of the cake
Even if you didn't bake it
Don't brake
Just accelerate
Towards money and power and fortune and fame, fame
Money and power and fortune and fame
Drivin' us all 'round in circles
Everybody breakin' the rules of the game
I pull you down, I climb up
I pull you down and I climb up again
Yeah

What is this world that we live in
Push others down in hell just to free a spot in heaven
What is this world that we live in
Push others down in hell just to free a spot in heaven, lord

Hickory dickory dock
All of you fake people get off my cock
Yeah I'm surrounded by female dogs
With pH level more than seven
Yeah I mean to say that y'all are basic bitches
Get stitches
When truth I spit
See through your shit
Still win at life
I don't quit
Never
This is my life do whatever
If I want I can put three flows in a verse
With no remorse
Break open closed doors
That the world locks for me
If you talk about me with a negative tone
Just know motherf*cker
That is pure blasphemy
I'm God
Don't ask for me
Or for my help
When you wasn't there
I was walking through hell
All by myself
All by myself
Learnt the way of the world
Man eat man
Woman eat woman
Survival of the fittest
No f*cking ethics
Nothing is wrong
Nothing is right
Nooze 'round your neck
I pull it tight
Dark ass world
So cut-throat
Rose loved Jack
But he still didn't float

What is this world that we live in
Push others down in hell just to free a spot in heaven
What is this world that we live in
Push others down in hell just to free a spot in heaven, lord

First things first
Thank your parents
Mum and dad you were always there for me
Secondly
Big thanks to the real ones
You know who you are already
All of the rappers producers
Big thanks to the hip-hop family
Brown boy with a beard and a turban
Yet I was welcomed warmly
Lastly
To the man in the mirror
I love you
Stay healthy
Write all the rhymes
Keep up the grind
One day we'll be wealthy
Always stay true to your roots
Don't let 'em change who you are
Remember to be nice
But when the time comes
Rip 'em apart

All hail to The Lord up above
Please protect me from evil
Protect me from ill will
But when it comes to the beats
Give me the power to kill
Amen