Prometheus Bound, Who Killed the Master, by Big Foe

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Prometheus Bound, Who Killed the Master, by Big Foe

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Prometheus Bound for the album Who Killed the Master by Big Foe is an energetic and lyrical display of emceein’ with a southern trap feeling over banging production.

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Prometheus Bound Lyrics

(Chorus)

I could give a fuck/Shit/Damn/Till a levy broke/Killing black wait/While the rich get a tax break/Levy is a tax/Hey/He’s so fucking nasty/Tell them whose about to rule the game/Will you/Happily

Verse one:

He spit from the abyss/And the big Bang was/And he still is Big Foe with a buzz/I kill foes with love/But I’m not your friend/A toxin blocking your oxygen/Ever been a stranger/Don’t talk to him/Lighting a way cause I got it locked within/Like a terror cell/Propelling a pair of shells/At the Red Cross/Like I ain’t scare a hell/So start the auction the stocks in/I move like Cochran/Had an offspring/And I’m opting/For what I’m bout to unveil/To have the brokers on the market floor like sale, sale, sale!/Bout to tip the scale/ For bulls to bears/Lights blaring/Yah niggas is deer/So how can I be mad that I’m getting tight stares/When the difference in between us is becoming light years/

(Chorus x 2)

Verse two

Baby I can’t promise I won’t end up in a FEMA prison/God knows/But the Demon listens/And he knows I’m bout to catch him/He see me in the street with my flashy kicks/Kind of like David Beckham/They trying to get the water bearer/ On a water board/Naw I ain’t on the board/Nigga but I got a sword/And I got a package by the door/With a note attached/Just to let you know what I’m fighting for/I got a heart of iron ore/Guided by the lord/Fuck whose shinning more/I leave a track like a dinosaur/I leave a writer sore/Have him like Midas you’re/Bout to leave this other sure shot niggas kinda sure/Jonny Unite-us-all/Taxing his way to an education/Since his teachers used to write him off/Left behind/Mind blind trying to fight an ox/Both my hands binded to bite’em off/

(Chorus x2)

Verse three

I got a caravan of elephant teeth/Not for selling/Just to impale the men who jealous of me/Now check it/To put it delicately I’m over zealous/About to be a felon/Where they still trying to sell us/Who tell it as real as/What would we ever do if you fail us/Big Foe/Only way to win is to shell us/Now check it/The spit is developed/And yeah its embellished/Cause next to me what you call a meteor is a pellet/There’s nothing in your arsenal to repel it/The way I tell it/The hell are you supposed to do other then watch a nigga kill it/They try and jail us once we get some shit that pay/So we get that shit that spray/’For we hit

that shit that spray/I ain’t try to be a villain/Shit is unappealing/But you come a stealing for a killing I could turn a willing/Big Foe be a Dj’s friend/Raps like wrist locks on B.J Pen/

(Chorus x2)