No Concrete
Witchdoctopus
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Yeah, I come from the dirty. No concrete Backwood nitty gritty on a bomb beat I've been working all night while y'all sleep No producer, no team, boy. It's all me People freakin out about another hurricane Born and raised Panhandle, man. It's all the same Y'all are lame, fallin' prey to the holiday Spendin' money out of fear, tell me why are y'all afraid I ain't on to the andale I get ill, then it's bombs away Still chill where my momma stay Never give a f*ck boy any time of day You just give me the right a way, boy, you really just child's play Type to file a case, instead of get real, boy, just get real, boy You fuckin Pinocchio, lyin like you dope Still smokin' on me, you would overdose This is exit music, I hope you choke, then go comatose So ferocious my poem is, I know the shit It goes amiss, I hope you get Lowered quick or blown a kiss Cause ignorance is bliss and your is more than this I'm going dumb like I'm on the bay, waterfront, promenade Follow me to the tippy top, but don't hitch the cock I already got the wordplay. Beats realign your vertebrate Certainly, even though you ain't heard of me. My verbs release In the physical cause I really do it And I make music so you can move silly to it We'll be groovin, me, myself, and I till the end of all time But that's just when we stop counting the seconds I'm bout that wild hustle and reckless. Yet control every muscle and neck twitch Melody and drums in my section There's felonies and drugs in elections So don't be selling me no love or rejection Yeah, I come from the dirty. No concrete Backwood nitty gritty on a bomb beat I've been working all night while y'all sleep No producer, no team, boy. It's all me People freakin out about another hurricane Born and raised Panhandle, man. It's all the same Y'all are lame, fallin' prey to the holiday Spendin' money out of fear, tell me why are y'all afraid Yeah, I come from the dirty. No concrete Backwood nitty gritty on a bomb beat I've been working all night while y'all sleep No producer, no team, boy. It's all me People freakin out about another hurricane Born and raised Panhandle, man. It's all the same Y'all are lame, fallin' prey to the holiday Spendin' money out of fear, tell me why are y'all afraid I'm just doing what I wanna do And I'm smoking marijuana too RIP my mama, dude What you wanna do Yeah, I come from the dirty. No concrete Backwood nitty gritty on a bomb beat I've been working all night while y'all sleep No producer, no team, boy. It's all me People freakin out about another hurricane Born and raised Panhandle, man. It's all the same Y'all are lame, fallin' prey to the holiday Spendin' money out of fear, tell me why are y'all afraid I ain't on to the andale I get ill, then it's bombs away Still chill where my momma stay Never give a f*ck boy any time of day You just give me the right a way, boy, you really just child's play Yeah, I come from the dirty. No concrete Backwood nitty gritty on a bomb beat
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