Текст песни: Illicit Lyricist - Blazenous
***Here`s a joint to burn to take you to the point of no return/
Haters looking so concerned/it seems like they`ll never learn/but
continue to yearn/ to see a young nia get burned/ so I`m giving
them a reason/to make them heads turn.
Got them wheezin` and sneezin`/ lyrics infecting like a germ/
So while what I`m speaking gots you grievin`/ it gots my green
growing like a fern...
***Yo` chit chatter got me ready to splatter/your brain matter/blasting
off like the Madd Hatter/making ants scatter/while the pockets
in my pants, fatter/rising to the top with no need of a ladder/flows
get dropped/making you bleed like a dagger.../went through you
and cut between yo` chest platter/Fool,who do you think I be,Mic
Jagger?/continously rushing like a Green Bay Packer/thinking
I was bluffing/now they call me the life jacker/paper stacker/come
against me and get crushed like a cracker/There are many factors/that
make me a little bit badder/than your average,everyday playa
in ten and a half size DADAS/ For now ,check the status/while
flyin` to Dallas/rippin` through shows on the microphone/leaving
you clothes in a bunch of rags and tatters... Peace!!
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***Here`s a joint to burn to take you to the point of no return/
Haters looking so concerned/it seems like they`ll never learn/but
continue to yearn/ to see a young nia get burned/ so I`m giving
them a reason/to make them heads turn.
Got them wheezin` and sneezin`/ lyrics infecting like a germ/
So while what I`m speaking gots you grievin`/ it gots my green
growing like a fern...
***Yo` chit chatter got me ready to splatter/your brain matter/blasting
off like the Madd Hatter/making ants scatter/while the pockets
in my pants, fatter/rising to the top with no need of a ladder/flows
get dropped/making you bleed like a dagger.../went through you
and cut between yo` chest platter/Fool,who do you think I be,Mic
Jagger?/continously rushing like a Green Bay Packer/thinking
I was bluffing/now they call me the life jacker/paper stacker/come
against me and get crushed like a cracker/There are many factors/that
make me a little bit badder/than your average,everyday playa
in ten and a half size DADAS/ For now ,check the status/while
flyin` to Dallas/rippin` through shows on the microphone/leaving
you clothes in a bunch of rags and tatters... Peace!!
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