Unorthodox by Christopher Vause Lyrics

Quote from the song “Unorthodox” by Christopher Vause

While I walk around with a
Fucking frown
And a bit lip
And a middle finger who's joints stay stiff
Towards any fuck boy who lacks ambition
Or any other individual
In general
I'll divide your ass from this world
Have you looking like a decimal
She choking, your hoe I decompose
Her limbs I transpose, in a ditch
School looking like a synonym to the incident
Murdering innocents
Cause it's freedom of speech
But still no one can speak against
And my complexion don't disguise the fact that I got you verbally ready for lynch
This rap game is no democracy
And I'm looking like a straight bald Nazi
Cock my biscuit if you try set trippin'
FS, ain't with the childish games
Fuck around, Throw a couple slugs into your Brian
Laying with penetrated chrome while your body drains
And those sirens playing
Got your mother dressed in all black
And she praying
Present at the funeral with a couple hand grenades
When I say I'm about to blow
I ain't playin'
Property damage, I ain't payin'
My perspective is all I'm saying
Usually mistaken for speaking in tongue
Oh you ain't heard what I said?
Take a listen to the gun!
*Gun Shot*

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Unorthodox”

• Featuring: Crude
• Written: Crude, Christopher Vause
• Release Date: November 12, 2015

Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Unorthodox” Released in 2015

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[Verse 1: Christopher Vause]

While I walk around with a
Fucking frown
And a bit lip
And a middle finger who's joints stay stiff
Towards any fuck boy who lacks ambition
Or any other individual
In general
I'll divide your ass from this world
Have you looking like a decimal
She choking, your hoe I decompose
Her limbs I transpose, in a ditch
School looking like a synonym to the incident
Murdering innocents
Cause it's freedom of speech
But still no one can speak against
And my complexion don't disguise the fact that I got you verbally ready for lynch
This rap game is no democracy
And I'm looking like a straight bald Nazi
Cock my biscuit if you try set trippin'
FS, ain't with the childish games
Fuck around, Throw a couple slugs into your Brian
Laying with penetrated chrome while your body drains
And those sirens playing
Got your mother dressed in all black
And she praying
Present at the funeral with a couple hand grenades
When I say I'm about to blow
I ain't playin'
Property damage, I ain't payin'
My perspective is all I'm saying
Usually mistaken for speaking in tongue
Oh you ain't heard what I said?
Take a listen to the gun!
*Gun Shot*

[Hook: Christopher Vause]

Money Ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend
All I got is Flight Subject no need for Friends
Man, this high road is bound to come to an end - because all I do is fucking sin
So pour me a shot up
I know I shouldn't be drivin' - hope I don't get caught up
Plug on speed dial, ring my bell - when you got the product
Unorthodox I'm on the rise for diamond rocks, shiny chains and loaded Glock's
So I'll be damned if I motha fuckin flop... flop

[Verse 2: Christopher Vause]

T-T-Taking blunts to the face
While my memory fades
Faded off that Ace of spades
Feeling like I'm seeing triple face
Attention I couldn't maintain
It's like I focused on the high and excluded school from my mind
I guess that's why - high school flew by
Only remember the: red eyes, and gripping thick bitches who spread their thighs
While bustas - spread their lies
I spread this clip into my Nine
And spray strays into innocent lives
Because in this world, yourself, is all you got
Everybody's a target - hostile or not
You're still a victim to the cruel world and cops
Where you either - get caught up and locked up or dropped
Where you either - seek your dreams or work 9:00 to 5:00
Yeah I'm in that suit and tie
Cause I give orders in this rap shit, speak against? You could fucking try
F.S., that's my mob, my fucking tribe
Got locals career looking suicide
I ordered you a hearse, bitch is you ready to die?
Ready or not, cemetery is your new home spot!
Blat! (gun shot) Blat! (gun shot)

[Verse 3: Crude]

I'm feelin' real unorthodox
I grind as much as your granny wears the Crocs
That's everyday. (YAY)
We pray, play and slay; it's simple
I got the juice and make sure it don't sprinkle
You gotta work for it
You better come and take it if you really got the nerve
When it gets to shakin' you'll get knocked to the curb

[Verse 4: Christopher Vause]

Yeah, listen to Crude before shit get real
Run yo mouth your cap will get pealed
We're going bananas with banana clips
And all our weapons concealed
We hop out - do our dirt and split in the 4-wheel

[Verse 5: Crude]

Inhale the smoke as the tires chirp
You gon' really need a boost when we put in work
I'm calm, cool and collected - there's no need to swerve
I'm still takin' your shit like it's gettin' reimbursed