Opus Renegade - Caliber Lyrics

I always ride with the mob
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
I pay the homage to God
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
I'm doing magic with sound
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
I flow and I vibe with the crowds
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
Coating the bars with venom
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
Getting a piece and I'm coming for seconds
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
I always ride with the mob
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
I pay the homage to God
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber

Allow me to give you a formal induction
Steady ya body with gumption
The wheels've been turned into motion
F*ckin' you up is my primary function

Don't make an assumption
You should know I like to run shit
The vodka - just leave it to Russians
I'll handle the pace, don't rush it

Look at the mic and I grab it with passion
I put on the jacket and I get into action
I Spit out the verse and I get the reaction
And none of the people can handle this mad shit

I started the fire, no matches
I wanna burn up all them bastards
The shit they talk - rancid
What did they say? F*ck. Redacted

I hate when you preach like you're a Vatican pope, smokin' a roll of dope
Shank you, with a f*ckin' bar of soap
You throw shade, I'mma rope a dope
You just really wanna be the G.O.A.T
I just really wanna choke ya throat
Go ahead bitch, go and gloat
Put ya body in a bag and the bag in a moat

I always ride with the mob
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
I pay the homage to God
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
I'm doing magic with sound
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
I flow and I vibe with the crowds
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
Coating the bars with venom
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
Getting a piece and I'm coming for seconds
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
I always ride with the mob
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
I pay the homage to God
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber

Walk in the lab
Pick up the pad
Scribble the facts
Look at the man
Poppin' the Xan
He's gonna be running outta money in December again

I try make the words sound right
Think Im'a need to go buy a new mic
Setting fire to the booth tonight
So back up, gimme space to write

I'm fighting for the whole round
Never gonna go down
Where you gonna go now
Looking for the road out
Motherf*cker slow down
You look like a man in a ghost town

Son of a bitch, don't doubt me
The bars thatcha make are lousy
Twist ya mind and I lay you out, like that Cormier or that Rousey
See, the fact remains, that you just can't equate yourself to me
So think twice, you wanna be alive, cause the waves here getting rwdy

So listen hard, and you listen well, the words I speak are like Gospel
Don't pick ya cards from the wishing well when ya luck's so damn horrible

I always ride with the mob
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
I pay the homage to God
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
I'm doing magic with sound
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
I flow and I vibe with the crowds
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
Coating the bars with venom
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
Getting a piece and I'm coming for seconds
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
I always ride with the mob
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber
I pay the homage to God
Caliber, Caliber, Caliber, Caliber