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Opaque Faces (feat. Joel Jungle) Video (MV)




Performed By: Ninjah Star Society
Language: English
Length: 5:25
Written by: John Holmes




Ninjah Star Society - Opaque Faces (feat. Joel Jungle) Lyrics




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Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got these opaque faces

Clown ass hittas, loud ass hittas
Soft ass singing, Jesse Powell lil' hittas
Hotter than DiGiorno, flow is so immortal
Genghis Khan, with the gold armor

I kill citizens, large amounts, Pearl Harbor
Burn ya iris, i'm the male Firestarter
Raptor in Toronto, like the bull Vince Carter
Shots on ya head, leave you dearly departed

Headin' for the safe, youngbull better guard it
Cause I'm on the hunt and I'm somethin', so lethargic
Bars on bars, I ain't talkin' bout Hershey
Real life prisoners, here over Jersey

Clowns just snitch with the rosy cheeks
Mumble words, on repeat
Hear their heart beat
Mad fast like a parakeet
Hittas might beat you up, here come the beef
We drop the real shit, heads noddin' in ya seat

Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got these opaque faces

I can kill a cypher, even if i'm super crowded
Arms pulling hella bars, like I fought Ronda Rousey
Shining with the ambition, while they try to cloud it
Blind bitches in my fury, go to war like Rutger Hauer

Just kicking ass, prove nothing to these doubters
Got em' mad, cause they broke like a coin-op dryer
Dreams hella big, widespan Eve's Bayou
Hustling in silence, is my brand new motto

Groups of phonies, ain't no homies, reason why I'm solo, dolo
Prayin' for these haters, meditatin' in the dojo
Kick game still, Shinsuke Nakamura
Raw like bacteriums, killin' up ya flora

Character is the only thing i'm never short of
Money, cocaine, two things still destroying
Opaque face clowns, want us all deported
Country like cookies, cause they want us all assorted

Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got these opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got these opaque faces

You're the vision that you wanna be
I know it hurts sometimes, but sit back and breathe
Take a breath, inhale, exhale
Kush on my coattail, smokin' on the best
Sesh been depressed, it's a fairy tale

Kings fall in the fables, why am I alive
Cuttin' coke on the table, do a lot of drugs
And I'm flippin' up the Draco
One was a FATF and the other one disabled

Goes like this, put yourself before the problem
Drink a couple bottles and eventually you solve em
Trippin' on the past, brain cells start to frolic
When they tell me get it, how I live, you know I got em

Yeah I drink a lot, but that's not really a problem
Get up on the mic, spit my shit, then I mop em
Dazed and confused, rep the riddle like a goblin
Tryna make money, spend a little on my mama

A little on my close friends, drippin' like honey
A little on the bitches that were here before the money
A little for my jaded friends, doped up and hungry
Keep the rest to myself, and that's how I want it

Nowadays it's impossible to blow the f*ck up
Jumpin' obstacles and I still can't fill my cup
I live different, think different while you pull a bluff
Just because you chill with fake friends, smokin' bunts

The people that you rock with, they bounce out
Hop, skip, out of bounds, spit the real rap
Wrap around like surround sound
You gotta take a dream, take it, take it to the top
Never let nobody tell you that you can't
When you got it in your heart

Tetris breaks, the way my lines make the ground disappear
I smoke the plane, but in this case, the clouds ain't ripping ears
I make lines appear from index fingertips
Sylvester Cat moves, I see Tweety sittin' there singin' shit

Rips based on time when the pen descend gracefully
Snake tongue grips, hittin' spliffs and tailin' tastefully
I'm used to ridin' bikes, wait till I cop me a yacht
I flip the script, you flip cards, flickin' a flop

I grip mics and spit nice till the nighttime come
Full moon, barely a spotlight on the track, makin' nine runs
I get descriptive, East Coast villain, loaded up discus
Niggas swear they been shot at, we have shells that actually miss us

Some of you hard on the outside, till somethin' poke like coke
My pen and pad ignite fire, and make foam like soap
Jungle take any mic and melt it with science
And throw big bars in the air like Cocaine Cowboys flyin'
My rifle suited down like Aeon Flux
Became a problem overnight on mics like Elon Musk

Said ADD, PPD, depression and anxiety
Another diagnosis to hold me from my sobriety
I'm tired of feelin' like an outcast in my society
I'm tired of dealin' with the f*cked up economy

The knots in my sheets seem to have a tighter hold on me
Four walls in my room always seem to tip and fold on me
I talk in tongues to mock the God that never took control of me
I bite my cheek and grind my teachers, hopin' that there's hope for me, so pray

I'm hearin' voices every single day
I put my demons on display to make sure I misbehave
They're the only ones that tend to make me feel any type of pain
They put thoughts in my head that are too hard to explain

Shook hands with the devil, gave him my heart and my soul
Wanted more knowledge, just say mistakes start to get an old
And truth be told, never thought that I could feel this cold
He licked and shaped me to his mold and now I'm losin' self-control

Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got these opaque faces
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Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got these opaque faces

Clown ass hittas, loud ass hittas
Soft ass singing, Jesse Powell lil' hittas
Hotter than DiGiorno, flow is so immortal
Genghis Khan, with the gold armor

I kill citizens, large amounts, Pearl Harbor
Burn ya iris, i'm the male Firestarter
Raptor in Toronto, like the bull Vince Carter
Shots on ya head, leave you dearly departed

Headin' for the safe, youngbull better guard it
Cause I'm on the hunt and I'm somethin', so lethargic
Bars on bars, I ain't talkin' bout Hershey
Real life prisoners, here over Jersey

Clowns just snitch with the rosy cheeks
Mumble words, on repeat
Hear their heart beat
Mad fast like a parakeet
Hittas might beat you up, here come the beef
We drop the real shit, heads noddin' in ya seat

Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got these opaque faces

I can kill a cypher, even if i'm super crowded
Arms pulling hella bars, like I fought Ronda Rousey
Shining with the ambition, while they try to cloud it
Blind bitches in my fury, go to war like Rutger Hauer

Just kicking ass, prove nothing to these doubters
Got em' mad, cause they broke like a coin-op dryer
Dreams hella big, widespan Eve's Bayou
Hustling in silence, is my brand new motto

Groups of phonies, ain't no homies, reason why I'm solo, dolo
Prayin' for these haters, meditatin' in the dojo
Kick game still, Shinsuke Nakamura
Raw like bacteriums, killin' up ya flora

Character is the only thing i'm never short of
Money, cocaine, two things still destroying
Opaque face clowns, want us all deported
Country like cookies, cause they want us all assorted

Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got these opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got these opaque faces

You're the vision that you wanna be
I know it hurts sometimes, but sit back and breathe
Take a breath, inhale, exhale
Kush on my coattail, smokin' on the best
Sesh been depressed, it's a fairy tale

Kings fall in the fables, why am I alive
Cuttin' coke on the table, do a lot of drugs
And I'm flippin' up the Draco
One was a FATF and the other one disabled

Goes like this, put yourself before the problem
Drink a couple bottles and eventually you solve em
Trippin' on the past, brain cells start to frolic
When they tell me get it, how I live, you know I got em

Yeah I drink a lot, but that's not really a problem
Get up on the mic, spit my shit, then I mop em
Dazed and confused, rep the riddle like a goblin
Tryna make money, spend a little on my mama

A little on my close friends, drippin' like honey
A little on the bitches that were here before the money
A little for my jaded friends, doped up and hungry
Keep the rest to myself, and that's how I want it

Nowadays it's impossible to blow the f*ck up
Jumpin' obstacles and I still can't fill my cup
I live different, think different while you pull a bluff
Just because you chill with fake friends, smokin' bunts

The people that you rock with, they bounce out
Hop, skip, out of bounds, spit the real rap
Wrap around like surround sound
You gotta take a dream, take it, take it to the top
Never let nobody tell you that you can't
When you got it in your heart

Tetris breaks, the way my lines make the ground disappear
I smoke the plane, but in this case, the clouds ain't ripping ears
I make lines appear from index fingertips
Sylvester Cat moves, I see Tweety sittin' there singin' shit

Rips based on time when the pen descend gracefully
Snake tongue grips, hittin' spliffs and tailin' tastefully
I'm used to ridin' bikes, wait till I cop me a yacht
I flip the script, you flip cards, flickin' a flop

I grip mics and spit nice till the nighttime come
Full moon, barely a spotlight on the track, makin' nine runs
I get descriptive, East Coast villain, loaded up discus
Niggas swear they been shot at, we have shells that actually miss us

Some of you hard on the outside, till somethin' poke like coke
My pen and pad ignite fire, and make foam like soap
Jungle take any mic and melt it with science
And throw big bars in the air like Cocaine Cowboys flyin'
My rifle suited down like Aeon Flux
Became a problem overnight on mics like Elon Musk

Said ADD, PPD, depression and anxiety
Another diagnosis to hold me from my sobriety
I'm tired of feelin' like an outcast in my society
I'm tired of dealin' with the f*cked up economy

The knots in my sheets seem to have a tighter hold on me
Four walls in my room always seem to tip and fold on me
I talk in tongues to mock the God that never took control of me
I bite my cheek and grind my teachers, hopin' that there's hope for me, so pray

I'm hearin' voices every single day
I put my demons on display to make sure I misbehave
They're the only ones that tend to make me feel any type of pain
They put thoughts in my head that are too hard to explain

Shook hands with the devil, gave him my heart and my soul
Wanted more knowledge, just say mistakes start to get an old
And truth be told, never thought that I could feel this cold
He licked and shaped me to his mold and now I'm losin' self-control

Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got the opaque faces
Clown motherf*ckers got these opaque faces
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Writer: John Holmes
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