September 27, 2021

Westside Gunn – Free Kutter Lyrics

By Azlyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Brr
Brr
Ayo

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Jay Electronica]
Ayo, controller of the exits, the arc keep storming
Got a MAC on both sides, my shot keep pourin’
Hold your head up all time ’cause time keep goin’ (Ah)
The flyest nigga of all time, and y’all know it
If God shine, we all shine, life’s euphoric
Bust a brick, I can bag the raw, I can stove it (Whip)
Saint Joseph with red tops in front of Rose’s
Had a four and the jit, turned the nine and called it culture
Pot pioneers had to suplex the soda (Ah)
They raided the duplex, they missed us by a quota
Let the MAC off out the Trackhawk, doin’ donuts (Brr, brr)
Cold shoulder, let them niggas all know, you better know us, yeah
You better know us, yeah, you better know us
Four pound on your forehead, your mind off your shoulders (Boom boom boom boom boom)
We the greatest, beef like eatin’ greens
Kill ’em on the wake up, they popped the cells, Lord, love your neighbor
Put you out your misery, the only box that I’ma be in is a ’63 (Skrrt)
Been in school too long, I wanna deal a key (I wanna deal a key)
I wanna feed all the fam, I want my mans to eat (I want my mans to eat)
I got some niggas that I miss but we ain’t never speak
My nigga prayin’ for parole (Uh huh), let my nigga free (Uh huh, ah)
Let my nigga free (Ah)

[Verse 2: Jay Electronica & Westside Gunn]
If Allah shine, Kutter gon’ shine, it’s mathematical (Ah)
Peace God, keep your head up on your sabbatical
Jay Elect, Griselda, done finally entered the chat
With that “skrrt, do-do-do-do” all over the tracks (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Spittin’ actual facts soon as the originator was black
From Buffalo to Tupelo we tryna break from the trap (Ah)
You should read theology of time as your days blow by
It’ll be like Yoda with Luke in the Dagobah
The truth is comin’ like Butcher, nigga, that’s word to Jigga
I pray you skate through your bid like eights, see how I figure?
The flow is icy icy, nary a one as nicey
It’s the goat herder, you writin’ for ghosts? Bitch, I might be (Ah)
It’s just me, the Machine, Westside, Hermes for Hitler (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)
Jay-dolf Spitler, burnin’ niggas live with the scripture
Like Gang Starr and Freddie Foxxx told you, it’s the militia
I spit it for that Mac, that Calliope and that fisher
You should hang this thousand word verse in your cell like a picture
Remember Kutter, you a god, no demi, no Ashton Kutcher
My god, my god, without Bruce Almighty or Bruce Willis, we die hard
Allah sent you here to be king like FLYGOD (Ah)