Lyrics:
Jurassic
You washed up and burned out, you not even in your prime
Keep rapping about dope so much, you'll go back to bagging dimes
If this was a race against
the finest in America
Why would I be scared of ya
Your lil vibe I cherish her
But you know I won’t marry her
This should be preparing ya
For how im boutta tear
and
Imagine somebody say "That's your son dead" and
See us
We do the crime, we do the time
You get away scott free
So the police they gon' pop you for they
Let your hair down in London City, everybody just keep
Moving with me.
Let your hair down in London City, everybody just keep
Moving with me
the mirror, reflective
Gun in yo’ face, effective
Teacher please correct this
They buying guns, collective
I keep a straight eye, directive
She got
Dog, these streets hotter than a sauna Keep playing in these streets your Life will be
A goner Dog, these streets hotter Than a sauna
Keep playing in
Ain't too far ahead I can see you in the dark
With my eyes closed
And a blindfold
Yeah nigga my rhymes cold
Mother fucker I rhyme snow
No we will not go
Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,
say
I'm gon' keep rapping this way
No matter what you may think
I'mma keep doing my thing
Yo, you could buy Jaz spitting, hospital, son admit it
fucking with 'Scott Michael Winter'
And 'Bertha-Virginia Cinnamon Garcia'
Goddamn it son
You motherfuckers get hate
Cuz your life ain't nothing but a bunch
seen nothin'
Ya girl is persistent, she ain't stoppin'
Man she say she want a (Hood nigga)
I keep the purp by the pound
The trap stay bunkin',
days
It drives my mother insane
clways keep your eyes open
Especially when driving
Because some man might decide to stand in the middle of the road
they cast me out, how ya like me now
You want to raise your eye brow
Then you want to bow, 'cause you're awning my phonics
Shines like a comet, more dope
ice, you can get more cars
Nigga listen to what I'm saying, I'm a real superstar, woo
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die,
Word up son, word
Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar biller
(Yo, I got the phone thing, know I'm sayin'? Keep your eyes open)
For real-
whence you came, back track, retrace your steps
Tesla Model X, pull up in a Model T
I'm ten years ahead, still sipping my tea
But it's spiked, hut hike,
transparent, non-vivid
The last grand wizard slash serial bomber
Here it is; I'm Heaven sent, livin in Hell
All-seeing eye, in hand of the pyramids and keep
dropping in your eye
Burning afro puffs, with that greasy sticky stuff
I get rough, and plant my seed into your rectum
Masterbating at warp speed, I pull
corruption
You say, I'm pure and then undiluatable
And once I'm in your blood I make it pursuitable
Now only they say sing it on son
Sing it on son, she
they caging us
But we gotta keep on moving
With our heads up
Ain't no changing us
Breads up
Double up
Triple up cake
Bumping loud beats
Swerving in our
niggas missing
And I'm whipping like I'm gifted
You can catch me in the kitchen, hey
I don't want no brown I want a syrup bottle
I put it down and then
the whole shit scott-free
The rest of these niggas is wack but not me
Bumping Nasty Nas in the spaceship
Whip out my dick just to let your bitch taste it
we
Smoke so much brothas be askin'
Why the Originoo Gunn Clappaz keep on clappin
Headz ain't ready for what my clique got in store
Cause what we
And so they shot him till he was dead
Brown girl in the ring tra la la la la
She looks like a sugar in a plum plum plum
Show me your motion tra la la la
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