I'm on some new shit, yeah
On to the other thangs
Former falcon, but now a Phoenix that's up from flames
Up in the air, far from the flare of haters' musket range
Out of your budget, mane
No wonder the number's changed
I'm beast mode
My ego threefold, eats whole elephants
Flippin through my call log deleting old messages,
You'll never see receipts saying I'm reading those texts you sent
Cocky motherfucker, yeah but he is no Oedipus
Remember Icarus
Don't get to close to the son
I'll scorch you for fun
Look at that
Over it's done, nowhere to run,
Hold up
Over my shoulder there's one
I'll let him go to tell the story so they'll know not to come, aye
Now listen here
This is for all of you with your pretend careers
I'm tryin to get rich this year
If you ain't hollin bout business, then disappear
I will not lend you an ear
Most of you backstabbers, bending your spears
Skin is too thick,
For you to get near
Interfere or enter my sphere
Ah, you just keep blowing me,
Just keep blowing me up, keep blowing me up, baby
That's why I wish I had a land line, so when I hang up on them
I can slam mine
Ah, you just keep blowing me,
Just keep blowing me up, keep blowing me up, baby
That's why I wish I had a land line, so when I hang up on them
I can slam mine
The other day I got a call from this number I didn't recognize
Didn't answer so he called me back like, several times
Then I got a text talking bout he's an exof somebody I just met
And he's really upset, ha!
That shit I don't respect
I ain't even respond
A couple minutes later though he sent a link to a song
Now I'm thinking this fool is crazy or his drink is too strong
Either way, I'm just making sure that my ringer ain't on
Wish I could blink and be gone or snap my fingers
But I don't believe in magic
Just need to getaway like Lenny Kravitz or P and Havoc
Where the only ones who got my math are the ones who need to have it
If it ain't peace or increase, might as well be receiver static
Ah, you just keep blowing me,
Just keep blowing me up, keep blowing me up, baby
That's why I wish I had a land line, so when I hang up on them
I can slam mine
Ah, you just keep blowing me,
Just keep blowing me up, keep blowing me up, baby
That's why I wish I had a land line, so when I hang up on them
I can slam mine
5 out of 5 in Creative Loafing (Jan, 2011) "I can’t explain in words just how much I LOVE THIS ALBUM, even 22 tracks deep “Self Titled” never grows tiresome." -Eric, Bloggerhouse.net Yamin Semali
The latest release from D.C. rapper Tef Wesley, featuring Grussle on production. Hard beats and tough rhymes that evoke 1990s hip-hop. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2016
