Claire

Clair I've told you before don't you dare
Get back into bed can't you see that is late
No you can't have a drink
Oh alright then, but wait just a bit
While I in an effort to baby sit
Capture my breath what there is left of it
You can be murder at this hour of the day
But in the morning tonight will seem a life time away
Oh Clair, Clair

Kick in the door wave in the mic sword
Feeling violent, about to take an oath of silence
They call me Snake-Eyes, ever since Master B.I.G died
Move like Arashikage, microphone Hokage
Ladies rub your titties if you love hip-hop like I love Tinashe
Now whose who?
Swimming in water they call you seafood
Im sifu, balancing on a Ski-Doo
Practicing Wu-Shu in a pair of new shoes
Can't, handle my jutsu
Now you lose
Uh, raw vibes bad to the bone
That rhetoric raw hide, changing dog's life
I toss mics off a building and yell boss life
Jump down and catch them before they touch the ground and cough rhymes
I'm sick as fuck
Catching bullets from Andrew Luck in the back of a moving pickup truck
The game's in good hands
I be the man from another land
I come in peace into the
I'm feeling ill, I need ten nurses
I'm on some perf shit, fornicating these verses

Where all my real live niggas that be to bust
My bitches if you with it just get down with us
The Motor City repping niggas dangerous
Who fucking with us?
Nobody fucking with us

Speeding through life on high waves