Chosen - Chester Watson

It’s a cold one

Spit bars 'til my throat snap

Charred is the goat from the start

It’s a cult rap

Zan out in the garden, a party in the forest

But I left the door, darn

I’m a ghost now

When I had a fro, had different color button-ups

Got dreads, you see I’m wearing all-black coats now

Chosen

Almost missed my flight, had to buy a suitcase

Rocked the Dickies and the Adi-Eases with the bootlace

Fresher than some toothpaste, heaven sent

The fung shui decadent, and mechanisms flew

What a blue day, right?

Did you say night’s in the distance?

Fuck it

Kill 'em on sight, no forgiveness

Chester Watson, ruler of the night and the wicked

Focused on Medusa, got my eyes hella vintage

Fuck a feature, I don’t got a price for you niggas

Call me Caesar, feeding off the light

But I’m leaning off the Sprite

Rockin' bees, don’t rock no ice

Where I’m from, that shit will get you killed or stopped by the police

And that’s the shit I don’t got time to deal with

Clock it to the streets, walk around with twenty bucks

To hold it, I deposit cheese

My ruler, that’s what you believe in

Socrates, ancient leader

Don’t say it cause it rhyme

Say it cause you want to be considered nigga of that

Prime minister, menacing chimes, sickening villainous (???)

Twitching, it’s brittle and grimy

See, my kindness is diminishing

Five bitches and middleman processed to belittle them

Time ticking, the penalty’s life

Chase the Henny like a bounty’s on its head

But drink it on the rocks if I’m surrounded by the dead

Wish I am

It’s a cold one

Spit bars 'til my throat snap

Charred is the goat from the start

It’s a cult rap

Zan out in the garden, a party in the forest

But I left the door, darn

I’m a ghost now

When I had a fro, had different color button-ups

Got dreads, you see I’m wearing all-black coats now

Chosen

Mmm, folded this shit

Locks into Loch Ness and and closer to (???)

Chakra apocalypse, who said it’s obvious

That my los manos lose control in the wind

Hold Hennessy when I’m holding my zen

Mmm, soulless as shit

Boy, I need rollie on wrist

Drunk as fuck and I’m scrolling this spliff like

Damn, this is pearl

Laughing, I (???) on and I’m jamming the curls

Panicking, pressing sweet dances with witches and phantoms and me

Holograms walking with (???) sanctity

Metaphysical as insanity, there

It’s a cold one

Spit bars 'til my throat snap

Charred is the goat from the start

It’s a cult rap

Zan out in the garden, a party in the forest

But I left the door, darn

I’m a ghost now

When I had a fro, had different color button-ups

Got dreads, you see I’m wearing all-black coats now

Chosen

It’s a cold one

Spit bars 'til my throat snap

Charred is the goat from the start

It’s a cult rap

Zan out in the garden, a party in the forest

But I left the door, darn

I’m a ghost now

When I had a fro, had different color button-ups

Got dreads, you see I’m wearing all-black coats now

Chosen