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chaile melassie - chuck mason lyrics

[intro]
yeah
this sh*t hard
motherf*ckin’ g.o.a.t. n*gga
yeah

[verse}
they call me indiana hov
that’s on some local rappers’ idol sh*t
n*ggas rappin’ for the praise, they on some title sh*t
seasonal worker, wrappin’ for the pay. i’m on survival
say the word four forty fours pop, my dawgs is on some tidal sh*t
dark n*gga, faux n*gga, real n*gga
rich n*gga, poor n*gga, house n*gga, field n*gga
feel familiar, to when i told you lying n*ggas got the tongues of snakes
fifth dimensional heaven sakes
just want a spiritual thot twerking unleavened cakes
and bald v*g*n* staring at me while i say my grace
elevate every chakra muladhara to sahasrara
meditate all alone til the seal of the seventh breaks
ahy shadow bro, why my verse sound like hit tho
all up in their house like bruh man from the fifth flo
all up in their spouse, bat her tonsils out if she pitch throat
my tongue walk on her water, issa miracle
i’m chaile melassie, don’t play me baby (uh), i’m sebi baby
or the energizer bunny, come fill yourself with this alkaline
give her goosebumps she got me in her phone as r.l. stine
through the fire, i’m chakra khan check out the flow that got me signed
yeah, it’s a million rappers i’m better than
that’s the beneficial perk of being a veteran
conrad murray, i left employment in neverland
just to murder mics without propofol, insert ampersand
made men get initiated not carried in
f*ck n*ggas and perpetrators, we bury them
too many rappers potentially laura crofts
burn em all, ensure sarcophagus made of platinum i’m buried in
(yay, yay) i’m pharaoh tutankhamun, y’all too comon
my atef is somewhere resting on my seat
and i, ra spy with my all seeing iris
that these wanna be osirises will someday rest in piece
yeah, look i don’t even trust my rounds n*gga
i mean i even double check the ground n*gga
before i step on it, some n*ggas get left on it
i whisper to it daily, i don’t wanna see 6ft depth on it
yeah, that’s hyperbolic aggression
tired of pill poppin’ rappers, on downers, talking depression
snortin’ all the dope but they claimin’ the be whippin’
guess you gotta read between lies in your lines you be sniffin’
snitches in the kitchen get to snitchin’ to the narcs
vincenzo peruggia, admirin’ your art
friends of the intimate turning into benedicts
who would’ve predicted this cycle would then been infinite
yeah, judases betray you dappin’ fist
for a couple pieces of silver trade loyalty to be rich
it’s loyalty over riches, royalty over b*tches
and my verses twirl in cinderella heels in bando kitchens
rock a lullaby, put them all to bed
thoughts stolen from the dreamers head
leaves the dreamer dead
wake em up to see reality is far*fetched from a dream
but even truth where’s a facade there’s a mirage in every scene
spectators compensate me for the mention
the ones who like to think themselves as worthy competition
your lies have been rectified, the truth by definition
got that golden child glow with my ambition, n*gga listen
it’s all about the maturation of the black mind
it’s all about the maturation of black minds
it’s all about the maturation of the black mind
my n*ggas grew up and traded gang signs for frat signs
yeaaah, this logic flowin’ in my dojo, for real this wisdom flowin’ in my dojo
dragonfly jones can’t kick it in my dojo, steve anderson’s a*o*k flow up in my dojo
[outro]
yeah, i think i got a dead body
yeah, this another dead body, dead body, dead body
gotta do this sh*t for hobby
you gotta feel it though

- chuck mason lyrics

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