Ezekiel’s Wheel Lyrics latest song by Erick the Architect and George Clinton. The lyrics were written by Erick Elliott, Erick the Architect, George Clinton, Matt Zara, and RÜDE CÅT and produced by Matt Zara
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Ezekiel’s Wheel Song Details
| Song | Ezekiel’s Wheel |
| Artist/Singer | Erick the Architect and George Clinton |
| Lyrics | Erick Elliott, Erick the Architect, George Clinton, Matt Zara, and RÜDE CÅT |
| Produced | Matt Zara |
| Label | Architect Recording Company |
Ezekiel’s Wheel Music
Ezekiel’s Wheel Lyrics
Was fifteen, probably out mackin’
Red steel-plated staircases, schooled this young rapper
Big cappin’, reenactments, some are jealous, some are fractured
Some’ll watch them dreams slip away, that’s another chapter
Change occupations, more abrasive, wanna change this season
Bang harder for a feature, soul Franklins like Aretha
Made me sick, how you snitch? Pussy purr like Eartha Kitt
Can’t determine if you think I’m ill, or you just ridin’ dick
I icebergs the exterior if I decide the fit
Had to pen the verse proper, so they can’t deny the shit
Wrote these verses at my momma’s house, I hope she fast asleep
‘Cause if she heard the music, no excuse to drag my feet
How it feel to be a misery, a counselor for the creeps
The perception, how I’m watchin’ horror movies every week
Can’t repel what’s in my head, I jot in thought and form and speech
Some say it’s poetry, some say it’s ESP
Read your mind, align your chi’s, and burn your negativity
Bumpin’ Junior Reed, I harnessed mine, so who am I to people please?
Cop fleece, cold winters, caught me like the CDC MP3s
And achieved the Jesus Piece through DLC
I see too many, tryna pump you like it’s creatine
I’mma keep it G, with my n*ggas, we don’t flee the scene
Runnin’ up the tab shoppin’, only time I flee the scene
Watanabe on the track suit, you can’t see the seams
Off the liquor, feelin’ hunnid-proof, big my self esteem
When the drinks is flowin’ in the Juice, shawty slippery
Told me to just “skrrt” off in the coupe, let me get the keys
Long as Rick Owens on the boot, shawty look at me
Steppin’ for a second in a suit, check the drip on me
Wreckless for my section, they my dudes, they gon’ stick with me
Hate is every color, every hue, got more shit to see
My good intentions
Gave through to severance
What’s the meaning of spoilin’
A tin man with foil?
So, let’s call it even
Everyone’s keepin’ secrets for oilin’
Have Ezekiel’s wheels gone squeaky?
Blind to you n*ggas, Collie Buddz, we just raised the fiends
Skated on the opps with a trick, we just reign Supreme
Flatbush on the top, your favorite rapper’s still okay to me
And they ain’t even wavy, B, they sneak into the major leagues
Tried to stay humble, but I’m far too gone
When no liquor’s in your cup, and then your song is on
Go to wars, we been scrappin’, when it’s on, it’s on
Brilliance untapped, I backtracked, I’m feelin’ reborn
Grind harder in this gorgeous storm
Exchange out the Charles de Gaulle
I do fly shit, and my routine ain’t for all of y’all
I ain’t have nothin’, I evolved with no one involved
Envied all the ones who can afford to take the summer off
But I’m a Brooklyn n*gga, ain’t no difference in us, we just are
Raised off of Nostrand Ave, right next to the liquor store
Poppa playin’ Lady Saw, and the tree was Sycamore
Had to keep my eyes open, just in case, we hit the floor
Music on, platforms, sequins drawers, disco balls
This the sauce, get endorsed, buy up all the boulevard
We define the echelon (We define the echelon)
[?] So goes the story
Do the best you can
And then [?]
The joke’s on you
[?]
My good intentions
Gave through to severance
What’s the meaning of spoilin’
A tin man with foil?
So, let’s call it even
Everyone’s keepin’ secrets for oilin’
Have Ezekiel’s wheels gone squeaky?
