Off the Leash - Nevelle Viracocha

Now I’m off, I was on a leash

Bet I ain’t stepping out the house less I capiche

Talk slick bout me grease get knocked clean out your teeth

We trained to fly through any weather and season

Now what your hearing just as trill as it gets

Follow me to my lair and hit this elixir

I could drop a hit and get you ticked off the list

Swear I been going so hard lord god

Tell me why they wanna hate on me

I don’t know, I don’t know I could fly

But they rather see me fall see me fall like leaves

(ok well), So the plot thickens

It’s getting hotter than the dickens in here

You know my eyes wide shut

Not a crack in them bitches but boy I bet I still paint that bitch a picture so

vivid

I just, I just wanna be far, far away from here

Running, at the pace of my heart you know the race never ends…

It’s nobody as ill as I’m

Can’t speak of feeling fear, (I can’t)

I think you beat get caught up with the program

You know immortal man fears no man

It’s clear to see they got you trapped in a trance, aight

Let me go scratch up all the herd I can grab (Lord), we need a miracle lets go

to Damascus

I drape my genie in bohemian fashion

Crack off a shot wake em up clear cross the atlas

(We got), lights cameras action no actors

You know crossing me is hustling backwards

May we reign til is ash to ashes

I been so humble been so thorough and so articulate

I been spewing this miracle shit over instrumentals, I been

Killing my shit man it’s homicide when I spit it, I can, scorch skin like in

the chronicles of riddick

You can’t, lie I’m terrific been on my shit so they call themselves tryna know

me off my pivot but they wasn’t ready

Now if we playing one on one kick you some game like a legend

I’m Michael Jordan, Kobe Bryant just can’t defend it

Ok we all broke off the gate they was faster

I can’t believe it OMG that’s tragic

I’m, booking like Forrest on that morning his legs healed

I, flicked on my turbo switch gotta pick up and catch them

Finna pass em one by one til I hit the last one

Jays hit the final stretch I’m already cramping

I’m liable to die right here on this track

(Fuck it), long as I’m living gotta make the shot happen

Just caught my second wind, (gasp), passed him

Forgot the cameras caught this flashback to practice

Ain’t skip a beat fuck a sprint I’m doing backflips

Done popped the ribbon before I knew what happened

Onlookers look on as if they’ve witnessed magic

Trophy looking so clean, she shiny so fancy

Cast out a shimmer same color as magnums

It’s fuck the world is you with us or pregnant

Buckle black leather pants like he’s Marilyn Manson

Ski trip in some Helly Hansen, that’s Liz Lohan

Axel Arigato fresh from Japan

That’s a ticket with a hint to romancing

I told her I want you but are you with the plan

She gets it, gets it, gets it with no Uncle Sam