Prometheus Bound, Who Killed the Master, by Big Foe
Prometheus Bound, Who Killed the Master, by Big Foe
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.
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)