Lyrics:
I be seeking wisdom, knowledge, intuition
Tryna find a crack to take a chip from the system
We stuck in the matrix, careful what you wishing
Distillery alcohol for the brain
So check it out, smoke fills the area
Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier
Your vision blurred eyes start to blink
Stop the tape and press rewind
Through the memories in my mind
Look through my past and you'll see that
Not one of my actions made an impact
I was
crazy
And all you want is the Lex and gold Visa
Bomb singles and stackin' your chips like Pringles
While my rhymes jack for platinum plaques
Quicker
take me for a fool
Imma do what I do
Mainstream fuck you
I got that chocolate chip, got that thrilla vanilla
I got that tutti frutti extra booty
Whatever
and stackin' your chips like Pringles
While my rhymes jack for platinum plaques
Quicker than one time Jack Black's
I twist sacks and sip yac
Plus,
shot ah bun him up like hot coffee sah
Sshhh
Portmore a Mafia wah do dah claffy yah?
Gun bag and gun carrier, man ah warrior
Bruk yuh dung like
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
YEE-HAW! Merciful sakes alive! You wanna be one a' them CBers, you gonna learn how to ratchetjaw! Pay
We’re the mind liberators, soul saviours, thought provoking, mind blowing, original creators. Seek knowledge, of truth become carriers. Free your
I want you to be the way I want you to be and when you're not it hurts me like shredded tape, something sticky for security wrapped tight around
and gold teeth with
Bullet wounds to tatted up
Added up while you sittin' here smilin'
Discussin' these chips while I
Sip off Long Island continue rhyming
I want you to be the way I want you to be
And when you're not it hurts me like shredded tape,
Something sticky for security wrapped tight around
will all be gathered up
A stark warning strike down the lanisters
The age of hellraiser everybody gets a needle head
Mark of the beast the chips growing
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Blunt
Baby wanna stick to me like Scotch Tape
Baby wanna stick to me like Scotch Tape
Baby wanna stick to me like Scotch Tape
Baby wanna stick to me like
the seventies
Sex tape filmed in 7D
I fucked your bitch and filmed it
Dolla $ign Spielberg
My life is a movie, shout out to my DJ
All I smoke is OG,
the shit, a bag of chips, and a colon de-cleanser?
I'm over bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could
So put your money where your mouth at
If it's cheddar and chips then we about that
Fraud off in the game, baby, I doubt that
There go the East
the mafia
Not a Tai Omi Ay Wong Sun carrier
Devilman wouldn't even jump over
The train barrier so how can he be a bad man
When he pars with about 25 pricks
If
Aus dem Junge wurd' ein Trap-Brat, Trap-Brat
O-L flowt heavy, ballert wie 'ne TEC-9, TEC-9
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony ist in meinem Tape, Bro, Tape, Bro
can hypnotize the herd
I'm alive with fly visions that attack like Alfred Hitchcock raising rabid carrier pigeons
true the only form of com not tapped
mek you bredda gyal wan' be you parry
But a nuh any gyal fi come inna di whips
'Cause some a dem salt like banana chips
Car man inna dem gyal yah
kits
Whether cassette radio or CD bits
Mix tapes from the best going on and on
Throughout the city grounds to suburban lawns
Man, we don't play,
this when I take your mind out to Venus
With the formats on DAT tape you can't remake or duplicate
Hesitate for a minute on deck like Brenlee
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