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hellucination (dub) - smif-n-wessun lyrics

smif*n*wessun * “h*llucination (dub)”
[emcee(s): tek and steele]
[producer(s): dj evil dee]
[sample 1 (multiple elements): minnie riperton * “only when i’m dreaming” (2:19)]
[sample 2 (drums): the whatnauts * “why can’t people be colors too?” (3:47)]

[verse 1: tek and steele]
sitting on the toilet, sh*tting, puffing the dough
strobe light effect, everything’s moving slow
slip into a deep zone, the sound of the phone bring me home
stagger to my feet and motion toward the phone
ayyo, rippa, what up, n*gga? check out this proposition
there’s money to bait, and i’m in the mood to go fishing
whatever, n*gga. give me time to wash my ass
my hand been itching all day, fiending for the cash. do what you
gotta do ‘cause i’m on my way in the car
‘cause when i get there, yo, we audi like tomorrow. right
right, easy. now i’m off to the south
to get more info on this dough i heard about
gotta make sure everything’s secure, can’t
let me and my man let these grants slip past our hands
the man’s out heavy today
i hope they don’t try to get in the way of our pay
d*mn. already high noon, the man’s out
gotta take a quick shower, get dressed, and bounce
grabbed the fatigues, strapped on the generals
proper attire for all criminals
blazed up the clip, loads up the four*fifth
if a bwoy riff, leave a body, dem stiff
who the man there gwan rap ‘pon my door?
disturb me at work. only loaded up four. ayyo
it’s me. who that? st. what up, g?
aight, hold up, son. let me put it back on safety
ayyo, kid, it smells like fresh grown cess
let’s twist up some trees ‘fore we jet
true. you know we keep a fat sack of sensi
even though you know it make our pockets go empty
well, all that’s about to be solved in a few minutes
so whenever we finish, we gon’ bag up this spinach
easier said than done. peep the 4*1*1
the dread around the corner just tried to blast ruck and dun
i knew it. bad vibes flowing like fluid
forget about the dough. let’s do this
i see you already strapped, pa
so i’ll meet you outside ‘cause my gat’s back in the car
how far must one go before i throw
his whole entire life right out the window
[interlude 1: smif*n*wessun]
tek: yeah, yo, whatever
steele: yo, kid
tek: we gotta step all up in this. now or never, dun
steele: n*ggas don’t recognize, son. we gotta bring it to ‘em, kid
tek: no doubt we gotta bring it to ‘em
steele: whatever, man. bad vibes is definitely in the air, kid
tek: yeah
steele: we gotta let ‘em, n*gga, know what time it is
tek: let ‘em know?
steele: it can’t happen like that. we’re strong
tek: let ‘em know, aight
steele: for real, son
tek: i’ma let ‘em know

[verse 2: tek and steele]
him a dead bwoy and him don’t even know
yo, he looks like the dread that hooked us up on the low
what you say, fly? thinking out loud just caught me in the zone
i’ll tell you all about it on the way home
whatever. i’ma send this n*gga to his essence
he’s f*cking with the family, know he gotta learn a lesson
and you know he ain’t even yardie, right?
some bwoy gwan get dead tonight
as we strap on the gloves, feel the buzz from
the cannabis. n*ggas ‘bout to get scandalous
[interlude 2: smif*n*wessun]
steele: ayyo!
tek: sup?
steele: ayyo, ayyo, that’s that n*gga right there, right?!?
tek: where, where?!?
steele: right up there, right by the store!
tek: yeah, that’s his b*tch*ass!
steele: let that n*gga have it, kid! hahaha, get him! ah yeah, son. ah, that’s what i’m talking ‘bout, boy. ayyo, what the f*ck, what the f*ck?!?

[verse 3: steele and tek]
gotta be gone on the double. i think i seen ‘em
all tumble, but, on the left, there’s trouble (what?!?)
undercover had this build staked out (oh shiat!), watching
the whole thing go down. yo, it’s time to break out (come on, son!)
the four*fifth as i shift and drive
‘cause every man here might not leave alive
son, why you stalling? hop on the ball and
get us outta here before we be the next fallen
right now, this whole sh*t is bugged. we the thugs
yet the beast coming up, showing n*ggas love
took our burners, gave a dap, let us bounce, now it’s
back to the dog house to smoke the next ounce

[interlude 3: smif*n*wessun]
tek: yeah! haha! yo, yo, chill over there. these k!llers are on the set, man! why you wilding, son? murdered and shot. yo, son, that sh*t is bugged on the real, son
steele: yo, where the owls? let me twist something up real quick. haha
[verse 4: steele and tek]
who could believe the beast left us alone
and took the chrome that sent one of our own back home?
and not only that kid. check how
money that we just did was that connect for the cash
them pigs must have had dibs for
the stash. now ain’t that some sh*t for your ass?
truth say, i never liked his pretty ass anyway
but that sh*t with the pigs cold made my day
gave me a whole new outlook on the beast
even watch for them ones so*called the beast
but, anyway, you know we high right now
doing it like this, the original crook style

[outro: smif*n*wessun]
steele: original crooks. recognize. word up. anything goes. anything goes. yo!
tek: two times! two times for that ass. like this and like that. smif*n*wessun, duck down, heltah skeltah, originoo gunn clappaz in the house

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