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mercenary - navagnaes & zensei lyrics

[verse 1]

[zensei]

born with more edge than barbershops
style sweet like lollipops
even in my sleep i keep my third eye wide, triceraclops
i’m running game, track meet
you on your heels, flat feet
try to stick with me you’ll catch a body or a rap sheet

[navagnaes]

find me in the studio with ryan on a fast beat
or riding with your wifey sixty-nining in the backseat
haha, ’cause she’s faster than an athlete
likes to run around with the boys from the backstreet
chicka-chicka-check
don’t worry about your girl, though
she couldn’t handle my d-ck in s-x
sixty-minute rex, hit it in a tinted lex
right now i’m hot as a lit packet of cigarettes
fame’s kinda like a v-g-n- ’cause i’ll be in it next
written checks, women in linen that look like figurettes
(you have three hundred and sixty texts) where did the years go?
we let time p-ss
smoking hydroponic watermelon pine gr-ss
with a thick chick, nice face, fine -ss
seeing clear though, through a wine gl-ss
let the beer flow, we don’t hear though
ears closed like the zippers on the dime bags
all the ways we acc-mulated finance
disappeared slow, in the blinking of eyelash
what a cash flow, letting bags go
digging up shoe boxes with a backhoe
smoking cubans, call me castro
if i’m a maniac, zensei is a wacko
we spit and cut through this sh-t like an x-acto
spic and span, like big pun with no fat joe
bright future, eyes wide as a crack hoe
two different minds alike, micro and macro
see ’em, and tell me that you wouldn’t wanna be ’em
inside a 535 certified bm
what other kind of situation would you rather be in
in a gm, in the back of a packed colosseum?
from the pm to the am and the am to the pm
creating enough art to hold a stake in a museum
making good music (g.o.o.d. music), getting out our dreams
zensei and navagnaes in this oasis like noel and liam
you’re all so far from our level that you could snipe me
’cause we’re so close to the top that we could sight-see
all of you little b-tches could be my wifey
the greatest, everyone is gonna hate us, most likely

[zensei]

i call your girlfriend keira, because i hit it knightley
and i hit it rightly, she always wanna write me
try and indict me, but i dodge the charge
still i’m at large, me and my dreams [are] too big
like the belly on homer or the hair on marge
bart since the start, thrive as the cl-ss clown
but heavy is the head that’s wearing that crown
yes be impressed, i become the best jester
i ace all the tests, but screw around all semester

[chorus]

[zensei]

(we’re coming, we’re coming, we’re coming
we’re coming for you, look out
we’re coming, we’re coming
now what you gon’ do? look out
we’re coming, we’re coming
we’re coming for you, look out
we’re coming,we’re coming
now what you gon’ do?)

[navagnaes]

you don’t really wanna f-ck with us
but we’re about to come for you
like the b-tches that are under us
just gettin’ in one more screw
this isn’t f-cking wanderl-st
but you’re about to see us coming for you
’cause i think we still got one in us
in other words, we got one more to do

[verse 2]

[zensei]

sk!ll set straight scandalous, n0body can handle us
this sh-t is your life’s work, to me this is light work
(navagnaes: unlike those selling souls for the right twerk)
if she’s looking for a d-ckhead, i might be the right jerk
you’re dust in the wind, i’m destined to win
man hasn’t been this close to god since the original sin
i’m the alpha, omega, where it ends and begins

[navagnaes]

walking out of a bodega with some lesbian friends
and lubricators, two that look alike better be twins
who are my neighbors, the crooked life everyone lives
when they get famous, rocking twenty-seven inch rims
and carry tasers, never sleeping ever again
outrageous thoughts are so cold, they give me brain freeze
ghostwriter at heart, i’m whiter than f-cking plain tees
life is a b-tch (right?), i’d like her to be my main squeeze
[it’s] nice to be rich, when i picture that sh-t i say “cheese”
but there’s compet-tion for porsche cabriolet keys
and sipping wine outside in a napa valley estate breeze
that life is so kickin’ -ss, it should ask (“name please”)
look around, it’s like you’re spittin’ raps? (oh my god) samesies
(kiss my -ss) get the f-ck out of my lane (please)
i’m fin to flash you, that’s pull my nuts out, ladies
home run, done, in the dugout, babies
come out, what a f-cking bug out, ’80s
strung out, and spill a bunch a guts out, brady’s
drugged out, welcome to the clubhouse, take these
play these songs for a day then get the f-ck out
you won’t see a diamond if you struck out
but you’ll never be viscous inside if you ever stuck out
i’m doing that with gwen stefani, not even one doubt
all of these (“it’s serani”)s with green lucked out
had a nice time with you quacks, but imma duck out

[chorus]

[outro: zensei]

not a teacher, but hang around and i’ll school ya
leave you more lost than the triangle, bermuda
with all these lines that will straight crossover your medulla
pick-up basketball in hawaii, hoopin’ hula
and if it’s hard to picture it, i’ll draw you a diagram
listen man, keep your beef in the kitchen pan
marry me and have a little lamb, going h.a.m
like that rapper from chicago porking a kardashian
(navagnaes: if they’ve gone black)
then they’re going back again

- navagnaes zensei lyrics

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