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Current song lyrics
aw yeah, just gettin' warmed up in here<br />i'mma lay it down like this, yo<br />we didn't rush it<br />kick back and bubbled slow<br />didn't suck dick<br />hit gas and rumbled roads<br />now, can you hear this<br />magic grumble grow<br />we move like the drums<br />tic-tac and bumped a toe<br />spit facts with swift raps<br />untouchable with syntax<br />to bitchslap a slumber<br /><br />with impact to hit past a Hubble probe<br />spin back to fit massive summer shows<br />(one, two, three, four...)<br />ill tunes, trip acid undertones<br />... that sit past the country's coast<br />what if after this batch the bubble blows<br />lord knows where the chit-chat<br />and mumble's stowed<br />thrust in the ringmaster's Thunderdome<br />... with big cats with Wonder Dough<br /><br />but through all the mish-mash<br />i wonder, bro<br />with that shit<br />i predict tragic troubles so<br />i bring it back<br />to this patch and drummers know<br />make peace to whiplash<br />up under his dome<br />and pitch black with knick-knacks<br />i fumble flow to fit tracks<br />and this cracks the puzzle's code<br />and infact since slick chaps<br />have bummed me clothes<br />we're trailblazin' a lit path by jungle's glow<br />so with a spliff ...<br />i sit back in the Bliss bachelor's bungalow<br /><br />direct from the shit shack<br />at Lover's Grove<br />i sit back with a six-pack and punch a cone<br />'cause this lad will<br />bring back a bucket-load<br />... thick hash<br />and zigzags on buffaloes<br />i twist raps, i flip raps, you f**kin' know<br />so kick back, Big Macka's comin' home<br />no rich rags, i kick back<br />so it's touch and go<br />(one, two, three, four...)<br />so splish splash, click clack<br />let's bust a flow<br />(aw yeah...)<br /><br />yo, when i start to get busy<br />I'm off from Sin City<br />there's no turning back<br />once Macka's on the track<br />i'm like Jack Frost<br />with a heatwave of new shit<br />(one, two, three, four...)<br />so back off as i reclaim this music<br />yo, I'mma tell it how it is<br />this is B.E.I. and i ain't<br />sellin' out for shit, so<br />now you know who<br />spits the raw sound<br />and taught these kids<br />how to kick the door down<br />hours in the air, run for cover<br />this world loves hatin'<br />as the young may suffer<br />it's like there's a<br />huge hunt for butter<br />but, funny thing is we<br />all try to hunt for cover<br /><br />(one, two, three, four...<br />crank this bitch! it's BNE... BNE...)
New song lyrics
aw yeah, just gettin' warmed up in here<br />i'mma lay it down like this, yo<br />we didn't rush it<br />kick back and bubbled slow<br />didn't suck dick<br />hit gas and rumbled roads<br />now, can you hear this<br />magic grumble grow<br />we move like the drums<br />tic-tac and bumped a toe<br />spit facts with swift raps<br />untouchable with syntax<br />to bitchslap a slumber<br /><br />with impact to hit past a Hubble probe<br />spin back to fit massive summer shows<br />(one, two, three, four...)<br />ill tunes, trip acid undertones<br />... that sit past the country's coast<br />what if after this batch the bubble blows<br />lord knows where the chit-chat<br />and mumble's stowed<br />thrust in the ringmaster's Thunderdome<br />... with big cats with Wonder Dough<br /><br />but through all the mish-mash<br />i wonder, bro<br />with that shit<br />i predict tragic troubles so<br />i bring it back<br />to this patch and drummers know<br />make peace to whiplash<br />up under his dome<br />and pitch black with knick-knacks<br />i fumble flow to fit tracks<br />and this cracks the puzzle's code<br />and infact since slick chaps<br />have bummed me clothes<br />we're trailblazin' a lit path by jungle's glow<br />so with a spliff ...<br />i sit back in the Bliss bachelor's bungalow<br /><br />direct from the shit shack<br />at Lover's Grove<br />i sit back with a six-pack and punch a cone<br />'cause this lad will<br />bring back a bucket-load<br />... thick hash<br />and zigzags on buffaloes<br />i twist raps, i flip raps, you f**kin' know<br />so kick back, Big Macka's comin' home<br />no rich rags, i kick back<br />so it's touch and go<br />(one, two, three, four...)<br />so splish splash, click clack<br />let's bust a flow<br />(aw yeah...)<br /><br />yo, when i start to get busy<br />I'm off from Sin City<br />there's no turning back<br />once Macka's on the track<br />i'm like Jack Frost<br />with a heatwave of new shit<br />(one, two, three, four...)<br />so back off as i reclaim this music<br />yo, I'mma tell it how it is<br />this is B.E.I. and i ain't<br />sellin' out for shit, so<br />now you know who<br />spits the raw sound<br />and taught these kids<br />how to kick the door down<br />hours in the air, run for cover<br />this world loves hatin'<br />as the young may suffer<br />it's like there's a<br />huge hunt for butter<br />but, funny thing is we<br />all try to hunt for cover<br /><br />(one, two, three, four...<br />crank this bitch! it's BNE... BNE...)
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