Wiley - Evolve Or Be Extinct Lyrics
Evolving, how many days will it take to reach another level?I'ma short term wrangler there ain't another rapper I won't take onIf you lose then get offWinners stays on, winner plays on, winner (?) makes onI'm a winner, my 5 like a break for 20 thousand and people don't never puthate onI don't wanna hear a thing that you wanna sayPipe down on twitter trying to put a face onSilly choice, silly move, idiot thingsSilly me, silly you, delete your thingI'm bigger than this, i'll defeat your kingGod knows I try calm but he goes inHe's just an mc but but goes inThere style is whack like its a repo thingI'm going in, I ain't coming outI got a style and it ain't running outBut my life's running out, we don't live foreverHowever my music can live forever, whateverTell them (?) and you can't fool me but you act quite cleverSun, sea and sand but that's my weatherWhether or not you like me silly whateverI count money, i'm a troll this cheddarI don't care if the your the rawest brotherOn my own im running this estate no fair like blam im a tourist fellaWhat know then? you must have thought I was a climb like calvinI dont take care of chipmunks My name ain't alvinI got a space where im living its out of town housingSuck your mother I might say thatIf you wanna hear it again, play it back(?)Like a dad without the laid back(Boodoodagadaga)Its wiley againNone of them better not try me againYour forgetting i'm a giant like A stackBattle anybody for an 8 stackPut it my greysack put it on my back then I move on asapI am music but I am not a rapMy name eskiIm sitting on the clouds where the best beTake that shut your mouth though take thatCause i'm a donDon't get me wrong when i'm singing this songI got back to the war stop bringing it onYou play ball and you think you lebronYou might spend 5 days picking a songBy then i'm on a racetrack winning alongI'm doing it right while you're doing it wrongLike what type of mic are you doing it onYou know half good MC's ruin a songIm like why are they doing it wrong thats longI'm evolving, in the free zoneLike major colvin, everybodies(?) andI stack that money till i'm blue in the faceI go fast like I flew in a raceIm in the title im killing rivalsNobody's spitting on the beatNobodys really liableThink your bad but you can't do a 5 0My kind of style ain't viableYou gotta earn it, you gotta learn itYour kind of style ain't buyableWhen its a grime thingIm on the track fightingSaying stuff I ain't just rhymingBetter listen up clear when im hypingOn the road, laying up the white lightningIf a soundboys dead and he calls my nameI roll up and its like I revive himPar. I should have let him fade out lightlyThem ever getting everywhere werent likelyYeah i'm wiley, you say don't like me so whatI'm not a show offBut when i'm about it's a road blockStop thinking of old songsMove on go and change your old topThem spitters are good but their flows notAs tight as mine I'm like an old knotThey got bullied in school like an AllcotGod im in control im not a robotHeres how I evolve I can't hold onSo many chatting on the cliff but they roll offClimb back up but by then I float offIn souls confront until it goes offMy future's brightestOrange kush I smoke weedNot brown in a souringI go joking my fam might ask of meMy mum says she ain't seen nothing of him
