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Living life in a time lapse
Visit Christ if you vibe that
Or, your spirit lies where your minds at
Getting live with the dime sack
We making sure that you gon’ feel it in your chest
So let it ride out
And if the pacin’ of the words, make you feel a bit perplexed
Then you ain’t knowing what the rhyme ‘bout
Feel a Lil’ Boosie, gon’ and wipe me down
Nik Lee so Bruce, he gonna fight me now
But if the gates close and he strike me down
I let him take my soul, and we gon’ light the crown, erugh
The life I’m living ain’t a musical fling,
It’s a beautiful thing
It’s a beautiful thing
It’s a beautiful thing
The life I’m living ain’t a musical fling,
It’s a beautiful thing
It’s a beautiful thing
It’s a beautiful thing
Coming from the land of the sun
Hit an ace and the advantage is one
Marooned on the verge, of being stranded and run
Jeru a nigga verse, then I Damaja funds
Fluent with the verbs, nouns, adjective, puns
The music is a language we bump
So put the phone away, like when the manager comes
I think your bandwith is up
The next “Nick” from SD, without a Cannon or drums
Me and my kid’ll be the next Sanford & Son
Try and ride on first whim, then they panic and run
They chances Iceberg Slim, the Titanic has sunk
The life I’m living ain’t a musical fling,
It’s a beautiful thing
It’s a beautiful thing
It’s a beautiful thing
The life I’m living ain’t a musical fling,
It’s a beautiful thing
It’s a beautiful thing
It’s a beautiful thing (repeat)
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2. |
T-Hawk Ft. Jay Fila
02:44
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And you know that when I spit it’s
Often acidic, I’m offin’ the critics, who started
Talking flow is off but when I’m on just admit it
That you in awe at the digits of bars I spawn in a song
And when I offer a snippet, you loggin’ on for a minute
(Picture that) Wonder why I’m going off and I’m hidden
(In Pitch Black) These lyrics how I Chronicle Riddick
You could prop your positions, and take a shot at decisions
Try and lock your opinions, but it’s just not as efficient
In the dark that I’m livin’, my mind is off in the distance
Trying to comp with the -tition, because the songs are so different
Dogg Poundin’ the chickens, and barkin’ loud ‘cause I’m vicious
But still he scoffin’ at the thought of not expoundin’ his visions
Get out ‘cause I’m In It, Up in the crowd of musicians
He stand in juxtaposition, And all the fucks that he’s given
Will show that nothing he written, could be flooded with fibbin’
Or got the substance of fiction, never flunkin’ the quizzes,
Disturbed but he Stricken, and gettin’ Down the Sickness
Heard he explicit, because the loud on the hitlist
And all these niggas gettin’ molliwhopped
They up in outer space? Probably not
Jump in place like an ollie pop
Melt your face like a Dali clock, fuck…
Money’s power. You bummy? Hit the showers
In the lab for half an hour, we hit the flowers
Dump the clams up in the chowder. Up on the counter
They on loud? But we a little louder
(x2)
(Jay Fila)
We the loudest, vision was so astounding
You ain’t really about it, I leave these bitches in silence
So can we manage the quiet? Blowing down the levels
Jay Fila go harder than heavy metal with the devil
I’m reveling in the infamy, destroy my enemies
Whoever sent for me, I turn them into centipedes
Meaning I make eat my shit and lick my ass
Told you we the loudest, we ain’t talking nickel bags, this that
This that ounce shit, you gon’ need some counselin’
Mentally disturbed, that’s how you leaving when you found this
Louder than houses, ransackin’ your houses
I leave these cowards by the thousands, drownin’
In my wave, these bitches should behave
You wanna play and now you layin’ in your grave
No delay, no hesitating today
You lucky that you awake when I say what I say, ah!
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3. |
Vintage Rubies
03:31
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New pair of them Old Skools
I, blew air that could choke you
Probably, impairing all my vocals
Calling, warfare like a moat do
My niggas boutta peak, when the slope new
If y’all asleep, dn ima woke you
R&B, Grant Green, ‘cause my “Note Blue”
Hard to see, can’t read? Then I’ma show you
Poppin like popular people racin’
Paul Walking and offin’ ‘em in them Asics
Aaron Paul, I’m appalled that you couldn’t face it
Blow the call, look at all of the peoples faces
Different track, same drawl, looking past the fact
Flip a sack, same dollar for the cash you stack
Sippin lac, head trauma, blowing hash and wax
Thinking back when all I wanted was some razzmatazz
West coast for the sunsets
Moet toast for the success
My whole city coming up next
My whole city coming up next (x2)
Cold chillin’, we Coachillin’, fella
Confused up at the fact that I say hella
Prolific, Hieroglyphics, Della
Losing like you tried to marry Stella
We wasn’t left at the altar
Hockey checks, fuck a dollar
Revolver dead snapped on a Walker
So we, Breaking Bad, no Walter
Leave ‘em chilling on the roof, spilling forty proof
Head up in the ceiling watching Toy Story 2
Forget like Dory do, watching Maury too
S-s-stutter from the tripping, like the way that Porky do
This is pretty far from that’s all folks
Barely getting started, with the bath salt flows
The asphalt shows the way I crack y’all skulls
And the hash, pot blown, until it trash like mulch
West coast for the sunsets
Moet toast for the success
My whole city coming up next
My whole city coming up next (x2)
Saying he’s too random?
You hot gassed like Plankton (x4)
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4. |
Yeah Right!
03:17
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Tryna kill some time up on these slow beats
Holdin’ ‘em for weeks like a Togepi
My hard drive is where I hold heat
Gettin’ cold feet, nope that ain’t the old me
Ready to Rumble, for probably nine weeks
Making ‘em humble, call me the Iron Shiek
Raised in a hustle, still tryna find me
Made in the jungle, the feral child eats!
Lieutenant Dan with the half stumps
Hadoken with the dragon punch
Breaking bricks for amusement and I’m cracking up
Making picks on Sega Drive in Madden ’91
Always tryna tell the people who the bad ones
Keep your food for thought, bruh, I brought my own sack lunch
Suspicious of the way that I be glad, some
Shit you won’t believe like Owen Wilson hittin’ back blunts
[Hook x2]
Oh you that tight, smoking on that half pipe
Blunts backside, got me thinking (yeah right!)
My nigga that’s nice, tryna get that ass like
Hit em with the mag lite, got me thinking (yeah right!)
Dag nabbit, this cat is back at it
On 5th ave, in Attic, an addict for the fashion
Fanatic, you shouldn’t stop him
Not wishin’ that I could cop it
I did it, I’m never stoppin’
Them 9’s I got ‘em in Olive
And all of ‘em, break the wallet
I’m coming up on a come down
The rumor has come to sun now, I use a boomer in Gunbound
With the aim bots, and the wall hacks
Headshots with a choppa, I’m on all maps
You MF’s in DOOM, we creep through in All Caps
Headed to Zumiez, I see you with the mall grabs
Piledrivers from a man who dressed in all black
Same year Schneider brought a Cannon into All That
So popular, so special
Binoculars, and aviator caps up on my temple
We dropped a verse, and froze like a head stone
We shot the bird ‘cause Stone Cold said so
[Hook x2]
Oh you that tight, smoking on that half pipe
Blunts backside, got me thinking (yeah right!)
My nigga that’s nice, tryna get that ass like
Hit em with the mag lite, got me thinking (yeah right!)
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5. |
Tropical Seeds
02:17
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Sip the 40 Oz
Ask the homie if he know me
If he don’t, then it’s all G
Leave him sleep on he, please, we
You forgot that I was bout it, huh?
Go and ease the silence up, I’m wilin’ like a bachelor
And shouts to all my Travelers
They, heard the vernacular, I’m Dodgin’ all my Challengers
‘Cause we don’t ever see that
Where the Febreeze at? You waking from weed nap
Woulda swore it was a relapse
Looking for the Keef pack, thinking he should Chief that
Dropping lines like a Tombstone
Think you diggin’ in the crates, but you mining for some Fool’s Gold
And I’m flyin’ on my two soles
Thinkin’ ‘bout the day when I could finally cop the Hublot
The top spot getting harder to reach
Watch me, barter a beat, I’m slaughtering beef
With the iron to your noggin, I’m a barber for free
Then I, Dr. Carter, try to solder your teeth
When I call a Mrs. Officer she stopping with ease
Slow talker, no talking when she rocking the sheets
Globetrotter, hope Nada cop the tropical seeds
Tryna make that thang bob, where your follicles be, please
Sip the 40 Oz
Ask the homie if he know me
If he don’t, then it’s all G
Leave him sleep on he, please, we (x2)
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Highlarious
04:59
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[VERSE 1, "Highlarious"]
Hot as an otter pop
Feelin’ froggy finna go and flick your father off
Do the mambo number 5 and try to slaughter cots
Need a follow by the night, so now we poppin’ rocks
Get the towel, finna dry and get the water off
Call a foul, watch you cry and try to walk it off
Been a while since he layed it up from on the block
Cuz of the style, getting paid enough to call the shots
(At the top we chillin’!)
Getting top cuz the topic is so explicit
It’s the Roc! But we rock it with No Limits
She sippin ‘notiq, but not if we po’ Henny
(Oooh wee! Nine five plus fo- pennies)
Using my nine lives for mo’ Remy
Abuse a high, cyanide, I’m so skinny
I guess if I find a ride, I’m going in it
[HOOK x2]
Ha ha ha haaaaa (I’m highlarious)
Ha ha ha haaaaa (I’m highlarious)
Ha ha ha haaaaa (I’m highlarious)
Put myself in the music I’m vicarious
[VERSE 2]
A caged animal
Maybe satanical, rapping actually passable
Writing is like a radical, knifing them with the tactical
Call him a cannibal, gnawing right through your clavicle
Awe-in up at the magical, polishing up his capitol
Copping enough botanical, coughing up at the Mandible
Claw like Mankind, falling on the thumb tacks
One Beer, One Mic, 1 Thing, this one rap
Bottom I started at, holla I squalla back
Keying cars of who ain’t cautious where they parking at
Hardest at barking raps, farmer’s market I’m starving at
Hollering at your daughter, yes pardon darling I’m calling back
(Yo where the ballers at?)
Like 90’s Jerry Lawler, you jobbin’, to get a dollar back
Running it like a soccer match, come in clutch like a heart attack
This slobber knocker’s a Rocker Dropper, where Marty at? (Jannetty!)
[HOOK X2]
[VERSE 3, "Switch Worlds"]
ou know something Mean Gene
They didn’t make it to the show, it was a clean sweep
Fix the Matrix, now we rolling up on dream street
Crash into a spaceship, read em and weep
Get the name of the insurance that he using
Referring to the claim, the work emerging through the music
The purpose is the same, the words discerning him as brutish
The furnace burning through the tunic
I feel like Shawn Michaels in the earrings with the crosses
Costing you the title, interfering in your losses
Honoring the cycle, I be steering to the profits, while I’m
Watching all my idols disappearing into coffins
[VERSE 4]
Rhymes running deeper than the surface, probably sittin’ in the mantle
Ripping through the verses, ankle locking Kurt’s angle
Doing him a service, he was wilin’ at Barona
Mocha almond rocha, doing coke in the toyota
My life’s purpose is a legal tender
Speaking French that I be learning watching Dexter
(Omelette du fromage) crew is ob-taining cheddar
Room applauds when we cruising through the fuselage
Making sure I get the aisle seat, I wanna
stretch both legs when the flight leaves
I know you said no flex when I write these
So you, protect all your pipe dreams
Beavis schemin’, Butthead thinks it’s a mirage
Revis in the corner getting picks up on the ball
Touch down, forty ticks on the clock
Porky pig send me off
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Sheeps & Wolves
03:09
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Cut, that’s a wrap
The shit he spit ain’t hard to believe and that’s a fact
Just hoping karma coming to me, because the dreams
That he dropping over keys will be action packed
These dope lines that stem from my brain cells
Are so hot, they singe, like I gave hell
Just sit back, press play and watch your face melt, Big
Poppa Pump, I be flexin’ in this chain mail
Switching and quickening up the pace
While they digging and bidding on fake Bapes
Sipping on the moet, You tripping and so vexed
So wet, I be swimming , they sink in the Great Lakes
Peter Griffin, they living’s a mistake
The existence of Lincoln to this day
The reason I got the chance, and meaning that this man
Can, slam it like Blake when he speak on a mixtape
The type of track that be sealing his fate
Never know he hit an 8th, he concealing his state
The meaning is so vague, I’m beaming, they opaque
All talk, no base, like eating with no plate
But nobody told the sheep they outnumber the wolves
Nobody told the sheep they outnumber the wolves
I said nobody told the sheep they outnumber the wolves
Nobody told the sheep they outnumber the wolves
Take me to your leader
Chug a liter, then I’m breaking through your speaker
Fly low, all I need is a Brainfeeder
To satisfy the hunger, I’m a real brain eater
Pick apart the mind, rip apart thoughts
Considering the time, discarding all the flaws
Oooh, what a rush, like Animal and Hawk
Bring a Legion of Doom, when the cannibal stalks
Nobody told the sheep they outnumber the wolves
So we taking back our freedom, then we run from the bulls
Quaking at the heathens, but they paying him full
‘Cause they realize the deacon really play em for fools
That ain’t a dig
‘Cause what you hearing like a brick
Truth serum with the shits
A worm in your ear that’ll stick
But nobody told the sheep they outnumber the wolves
Nobody told the sheep they outnumber the wolves
I said nobody told the sheep they outnumber the wolves
Nobody told the sheep they outnumber the wolves
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8. |
Expensive Wine Tasting
04:19
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[VERSE 1, "Expensive Wine Tasting]
Memories in the ash tray
Making moves so I’ll reside where the cash stay
And if it’s going I’ma follow, drop the bottle
No moscato, wallowing, alive up on arrival
Wipe my lips then I flick it to the side
Tripping from the ride, ‘cause we hit too many speed bumps
Drunk, just my luck, I’m in the back
Sticking to the facts, when I’m sippin’ from a flask
I’m gone like a Diglet using dig
Sinking like a ship, it’s just a figment of my id
Crash into an iceberg, just to find out what the
Ice worth, name of the game still lightworks
That’s James Yancey, I got max HP like a
Chansey, up the Ante, take my talents to
Miami, ~two grammy’s, it’s uncanny~ (uh) This ain’t
December but I’m feeling like the Mr. Hankey
[HOOK, X2]
First dinner, last supper
A little slimmer than the last summer, so I be struttin’ through the
promenade, palm trees, a little R&R
Propellin’ him to elegant, tellin ‘em au revoir
[VERSE 2]
Taking lessons and learning the proper etiquette
Table settings and serving the lobster delicate
Engine revving, we swerving, so go and tell a friend
That it’s the essence of burning the proper sedatives
Wild nights, crew shit
Childlike, too lit
Guile-like, sonic boom hits
And a vial of that vital where the moon sits
Planting seeds so I could get up in them tulips
Slanted speech that mix the cadence of when DOOM spits
Likened to the streets, I’m describing what I see
Writing like I’m Michael, Ye, Curren$y and Lil B
Let em know that you be feeling all the chill shit
Seeing ghosts, I’m on my Pokemon, Silph shit
Better understand how I kilt this, And these haters
never had a chance, they on some world cup Brazil shit
[HOOK, x2]
First dinner, last supper
A little slimmer than the last summer, so I be struttin’ through the
promenade, palm trees, a little R&R
Propellin’ him to elegance, and tell ‘em au revoir
[VERSE 3, "Miss Softee]
Double scoops of the cold s’mores
Waffle cone cause it holds more, finish it or else
The shit will hit the floor warm, you been forewarned
And yes I hoard quarts
Got the heaters for your pipe dreams
And I do it for the Ice Cream
Spittin’ sweeter than it might seem
And I do it for the Ice Cream
Driving down the block, thinking hi fiends
And I do it for the Ice Cream
Provide them with the stock, living my scheme
And I do it for the Ice Cream
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9. |
Ice Cream
02:11
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"Wish You Were Here" on the "Dark Side," it’s gettin’ hotter
Take your daughter and throw her into some Roger Waters
Expose her to psychadelics, she’ll wanna call her father
Some "Animals" jump out "The Wall," and some "Midnight Marauders"
Could take your wallet, and your Silkk, so go an meet the Shocker
Feelin harmonic, the chronic could help us mix our chakras
Sip the tonic, bubonic, because I’m sick and coughin’
Pier 39 with the chips and lobster
Thirty bucks is something to me
When I’m working 9-5, so I be up on a beat
And I could do without a cuss in my speech
But, how would I know if you was fuckin with me?
My circle bout the size of a ring
"Fly like a Eagle," if you minus the wings
Feet still on the ground, beats ripple and pound
"Good Vibrations," I could feel it in my fillings and crowns
Art thou feeling it now?
Mr. Krabbs admit to that, and now I’m killin’ the sound
Mixin Outkast with Riff Raff, some melons and gin
Put on some Diamond and you get the ATLien Twins
What do I need? And all they tell me is flow
Put the Keisha and the Sha up in the "Belly" and "Blow"
Schemin’ up at five, at the telly and joke, ‘cause
I see ya Instagram selfies and quotes
And oooooo, you a cute lil thang
Used to wanna be The Rock until I knew he was Dwayne
And Davy just keep Jones-in away
The Brady Bunch could probably use a lil’ Wayne
Kirby made a brick when he fight Peach
Dirty thoughts invading these nice dreams
~31 bars for every flavor of ice… cream
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10. |
Dessert Menu (Outro)
01:46
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I bet y’all ain’t think that I could do it
(I bet y’all ain’t think that I could do it!)
When I die ima be married to the music
It’s a beautiful thing
It’s a beautiful thing!
So I be asking where the hash at
Then I could track it like a hash tag
And I’ma bring you to the hash house
Now we going over things that we should hash out
Throwing in my chips and ima cash out
Blowing on some shit to make you pass out
Lungs all tar, but I’m the man now
Now I’m an All Star, like Smashmouth
The same case where the doobies at
Rap game fake like a beauty pageant
So I be dodging all the boobie traps
I’m just tryna get my Scooby snacks!
You dumb twisted, bum writtens
One difference, I come winning
()The submission, I’m a-ddicted, living
in a haze and I ain’t anything but gifted
Focus when the vision getting blizzurd
This be the dopest shit you hizzeard
So when we parlay with the wizards
The entree got you wishing for the desert
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