Gifted - BVA, Verb T

We’re gifted in the way we flip that script

Ain’t boasting, feel like I gotta give that shit

We’re probably misfits but don’t just use words that fit

It’s concentration we’re breaking off more than you can spit

BVA

This is more than some mythology

I’ll be what you wanna be’s wannabe

Underground beneath the sea of G’s

Go get your degrees, I’ll smoke some trees

And still come sicker than a leper and come off just like

My policy is give a fuck what they all say

It’s all cock and ball play, I do this the tall way

Head high and puree, rapper’s like they’re brutes

Pack soul and dig deep, so heart’s and spades are my suits

One of music’s troops so I’m listening to anything

I use it like medicine or fuel for my menacing

If this was America you’d be chilling with the Mexicans

Skip the border, just ask Disorda we gets it in

Coming with raps like a dealer

Salute the BVA for selling weed, now all I’m selling is a leader

I make the track aggy but me I’m a peace keeper

Cus it’s on the record like the one they signed in Geneva

Verb T

Me and BVA reach out and seize the day

We just changed everything, shit’ll never be the same

Shoot from the hip you see, many sound shit to me

If this a competition then you gifted me victory

I got presence on the mic, now you fucking know

Spit a dope flow, then I wrap it up with a bow

But I’m not selfish, I gotta spread the gift

Women want Verb T on December 25th

Under the tree, wearing nothing but a grin

Do they?

Or do they ask man what the fuck is up with him?

It’s The Four Owls, deliver like three kings

Glasto to Peking, the rap’s so appealing

You wanna chase fame, but that’s so demeaning

When all you ever really do is cat flows and eat dick

Deleted, you’ll never work in this town again

Trends come and go, but you know the real sound remains