We Watchin’

Intro:
Looking frail but he stayed strong/
Lost in the world with his only rightful place gone/
Unemployed, soul got a void/
And sense eyes on him, got him living paranoid/
Watching, the mad men plotting/
For a legend or a dead man walking/
Now he at the final four years till he march to the madness/
He been living in the limits now let’s bust him out the bracket/

Verse 1:
Fourteen, still green up on the scene/
Don’t know, but he’s scouted for the team (Oh we watchin nigga)/
Stock invested in plan shock congested/
It’s a future asset that was taken not invested/
Pen ain’t great but got promise/
Got the same drive as his fam but direction not dishonest/
Practiced ink tats on the spirals/
Filled five but he never showed one, his style was still primal/
Fiddeen, he tapped into that giddeen/
That take you down the road or have you lying in a ravine/
He made at the smart choice, use the power of the vocal/
Problem was, it ain’t the same level as the locals/
Had to be battle tested, lotta L’s but he ain’t stopping/
Got the heart of a true wordsmith (Oh we watchin nigga)/
Worked is way up through the ranks/
Respect rose, never sank, a bit fish in a small tank/
Sixteen he had to let the rhythm hit him/
But it wasn’t paid in full a couple debts were unforgiven/
Can’t melt the wax with just spit/
The flow, flow, technique, delivery and pocket gotta fit/
First cuts were rough but he still steady chopping/
Going all Paul Bunyan while he plotting (Oh we watchin nigga)
Got a better groove, more strategic with the moves/
But he still lacked the tools to graduate from the school/
Seventeen he tried to go for the gigs/
But a no name kid rarely crosses that bridge/
Thrown a couple bones but no meat, he don’t eat/
And when he sleeps, he steady sees the visions of a beast/
He sense a bigger purpose, his status needs a surplus/
He’s got the gold gab but the packaging is worthless/
He still stayed the path after 4 years of blocking/
Eighteen the scientists came a knocking (we been watching nigga)

Chorus (x4)
Monstros, sambem, vingança

Verse 2:
Talking bout the men with the monster/
Never knew it knew revenge, started with a meal but didn’t end/
Made it spare one after eating all it’s kin/
Gave it eyes and a vision but we never saw a thing through it’s lens/
Programed to eat and adhere to our speech/
A trait that we didn’t see as weak/
But what we didn’t know is that it would never seek another soul/
Cause it’s last feast was still incomplete, what to do about it/
Cause it’s craving we’ve been saving for a bigger plan that’s next in the making/
So for the moment, Kanodadda we’ll be caging/
Let it build up the urge till it’s raging and it’s anger is amazing/
So if the chosen one wants to go off the path/
And disrupt the grand plan of our craft/
Then the cage door opens to a waited blood bath/
Cause me, Bruno and the beast always gonna get the last laugh cause/

Chorus (x4)