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captime - the hibreeds lyrics

[verse 1: rawdog]
i’m on the medicine do
where do i start? does it matter? (no)
can’t wait to wake and bake and take up jacob’s ladder, catch me in the back section smokin resin at the resurrection
cradle to the grave, a h-ll of an accolade
the solar range, its sorta orange mang, sew the h-rns on and do the devil dance for fame
the crime was so abhorrent they ain’t even need a warrant
you tryna lie to the g with the holographic memory who smoke phillies and drink henny and call ‘em like he see?
not a conformist, not an anti-extortionist, call a contortionist in order to make the sword twist
get a clue i spiked the baltic in -rs-nic fluid, hit it once n p-ss it, what an -ss when on some acid!
flabbergasted and raspy, g-ssed up since last week, too chill when out in public, but too freaky in the sheets
it’s safe to say our kids okay so let em trick or treat. they momma let me skeet so i ain’t gotta beat my meat. plus her baby daddy, he just live right up the street
want it done right? gotta m-st-rbate yaself. born alone, die alone, make moves in stealth
i said it before, n im’a say it again, i’d rather die a lonely man than have a buncha fake friends
there’s a lotta middle ground between a church mouse, and a frat house
unorthodox and got a text from miss goldilocks
flock to hold down the spot with two tecs and no glocks
test the sk!lls if you got, tes-ticles, i got, time to k!ll, already, paid the bill
to these fools i’m a ghost, they can’t see me! woke up on top of dirt today somebody musta blessed us
started to dilapidate yet evolve at a rapid rate, angel slit my wrist and my blood start to coagulate
told him to get off me or you’ll end up like ghadaffi
pardon me i’m sloppy as bill cosby’s spilled coffee
were on a tight budget gotta mask it from the public. of course they put a toll upon the highway to the danger zone
really?
there’s no such thing as weak -ss beats, just whack mcs sittin in first cl-ss seats
roll with the punches, get blunted got the munchies, back of the bus eatin up all the bagged lunches
it ain’t none of my biz why they kitchen fizz. she get thizzed still look good with 6 kids
if you build it they will come, if i k!ll it they will run. bop em, sock em, rock em, drop em, bargain shoppin stock option
snap, crackle, pop once you hear the price drop
smells like orange, taste like chicken! you know marge simpson got the b-ssline kickin’
heart bleeds from the moment that i start to spark trees. meditate on tight verbs, say word, and hug the curb!
you see the whole plan leakin up out my sweat gland! undercover like the reaper smoking cannabis sativa, mission fell way short, of the initial vision
f-ck all that hootin’ and hollerin, word to tuntankhamen!
ego fryin people cryin stuck up on the steeple dyin, went to bed in babylon but woke up in zion
a yo’ i’m out, steppin with the heart of a lion!

[verse 2: d. jame$]
its doc digi
6000 years later
4th time on the scene
no time for the haters
i, switch flows
dynamic with the flavor
elevators escalators
major lazer
switchin tables
get it?
you missed it
huh
supply and demand
i went from
having patients
to clients and fans
im artificial quantum consciousness
disguised as a man
collapsin the wave function
i am that i am
its hidden in the mathematics
feel it in the chest like a acrobatic asthmatic
got one super baddie, and a couple bad habits
pull a dragon out the hat
f-ck a rabbit this is magick n-gga!
this good gas help me craft rhymes
get in line cue the h-rns bruh
its halftime

- the hibreeds lyrics

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