Lyrics
Yo folks
Sayin'
Wolfie doesn't flex
Alright man
I'll flex on 3 different levels right now
Alright
Flex level - spiritual
My yin is yanged up
Good and bad ganged up
My pitiable former self is my fandom
I could son who could son who could son him
Like a great grandson
Ugly on the surface
But my evolution's handsome
Forged in the image of the God and the Devil
I'm not a rosy picture
I'm not a dirty picture
I'm a whole album
My chest is a pit of snakes
That'll creep you out
My chest is a banyan tree
That'll shield from harm
Nobody understands
Nobody cares
They just compare with an image nonetheless
I'm the blessed one
The wolf had to rip him
From within to get a grip on his self
A liberation so grand
It shook the planet from its axis
I'm the centre of the centre of the centre of the centres
You can't flip me over
I reside in the spirit of the new page
So motherfuck your spiritual cage
I charge forth
With infinite calm and infinite rage
And we can only converse
If you caught that
Else you can shut it
Take the sermon never talk back
Matured into wine when
The fruits of my labour had gone bad
I'm all that in the eyes of those
Who you think that are all that
That was flex level spiritual
And now
Its gonna be flex level - individual
You guys ready for level 2?
Alright man lets do this
Alright check this
Ya
Haramkhor bhi todte dil na jan boojh ke
Ilzamat aise unresolved issue wale simp log ke choochle
Pooch le asli mard se
She's sweet like a soufle
Khufiya language tu pyar ki seekh le