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superhustleisticfruitfulswankstication - thomas burgundy lyrics

[chorus]
super*hustleistic*h*lla fruitful*sw*nkstication
super*hustleistic*h*lla fruitful*sw*nkstication
super*hustleistic*h*lla fruitful*sw*nkstication
super*hustleistic*h*lla fruitful*sw*nkstication

[verse]
every tree got a story but it’s fruit never lies
so when they tell you i got the juice, you know why
every season got plenty seeds that i set aside
never find me in line for a piece of devil’s pie
hallelujah
leonard cohen with a tec*9
took the delorean for a test drive
guеss i never brought it back
ended in a high speed chasе with pac, hanging out the window yelling, “west side!”
houdini with these tricks of the trade
hustle like og’s selling chips on the train
a pack of 50 cost him $15 flat
sell each bag for a dollar, old testament how we ‘bout this profit
jeremiah when i spend homie
my landlord remind me ’bout the rent money
she said i need a plan b, it can’t be late period
but i deliver, what you expect baby?
i’m wrestling with my god complex
it broke my hip, now i’m walking with a limp
the humble servant that needs acknowledgment
just not face to face, ’cause i ain’t tryna acknowledge it
side stepping all them politics and landmines
the embodiment of the shammgod
d*mn i
show ‘em how to move in a room full of vultures
now tell me what’s a poster to a sculpture?
it’s 3 dimensional when i talk my sh*t
k!ller whales swimming in this stream of consciousness
and the waters just fine, but why should i be modest ’cause you’re insecure and bothered by this wave of confidence?
aye what you do when life gave me lemons n*gga?
i gave them back and said i need some more exotic sh*t
now i got these pomegranate seeds
living in a fantasy, where everything is vanity
sun shining on my acne scars
hitting l!cks like a jazz guitar
boy you close, but you lack cigar
they don’t rock with you on the mic, sound like the jackson 4
(shamone)
but i’m wishing them well
i’m a “do not touch” sign that’s written in braille
copped a ‘99 nissan, to throw my cd on, and ride around the block so i can listen to myself
and paint this whole city burgundy
feel like kareem abdul just had a word with me
he said, “you stepped jabbars up, rock this #33
it’s showtime, your magic got them hooked but they ain’t worthy, please.”
soliloquies got me feeling free
like “to be or not to be” on the a milli beat
who was there to tell adam what his dream was the first night he fell asleep?
so what y’all telling me?
oh we talkin top 5 of the ’20’s? please
i’m taking each spot like cruella d
villain who is really k!lling it, got felonies in tel aviv
i give them something they just gotta feel, like h*llen keller bleeding
even the band*aid on nelly’s cheek
is telling me, n0body want dilemmas with me* let them breathe
i won the 3rd grade spelling bee
with the word “giggling” i always kept it h*lla g
oh i
the fruits of my labor so ripe
n*ggas talk but the fruit never lies
(this that super*hustleistic*h*lla fruitful*sw*nkstication)
oh i
the fruits of my labor so ripe
n*ggas talking but the fruit never lies
[chorus]
super*hustleistic*h*lla fruitful*sw*nkstication
super*hustleistic*h*lla fruitful*sw*nkstication
super*hustleistic*h*lla fruitful*sw*nkstication
super*hustleistic*h*lla fruitful*sw*nkstication

(dj scratching: 50 cent, kanye west, birdman, lil wayne, and jay*z samples)

(and i’m gon’ shine homie until my heart stops)
(i’m gon’ shine)
(i’m gon’ shine)
(i’m gon’ shine)
(real n*ggas still shine in the dark)
(i’m gon’ shine)
(i got to shine)
(you know i’m gon’ shine like a trillion watts)
(and i’m gon’ shine homie until my heart stops)

[outro]
leora mirai (radio host)

that was “superhustleisticfruitfulsw*nkstication”
here on the “everything is everything” morning show
where we explore the art of cultivating
something out of nothing
into anything, by recognizing
everything is everything
and the question of the day is
“if you could go back and talk to your younger self and tell them anything that they needed to hear
what would you tell them?”
(323) 917*2044
so what’s up? talk to me

(garnett)
aye what’s good, this is garnet from lynwood, how you feelin?

(leora)
aye, the sun is shining, i can’t complain

(garnett)
that’s right…

(leora)
so what are you telling your younger self?

(garnett)
sh*t i’d keep it real with him
i’d say focus on your passion
all these distractions got you running around in circles
chasing the wind
chasing the breeze
chasing sh*t you can’t control
and i know you been through some sh*t
you gon’ keep going through sh*t
but you can’t keep dwelling on the past with that victim mentality you feel me?
you can have anything you want
you just gotta believe it
and put in the work
but i mean really put in the the work, dawg
everybody want a slice of apple pie
but don’t n0body wanna put in the time to bake the f*ckin pie
and they d*mn sure ain’t tryna plant the apple seed
and be patient for it to grow
but you?
sh*t, you better start planting your sh*t right now
and what you always say leora?
(leora)
keep watering that seed

(garnett)
that’s right, sh*t, keep watering that seed
’cause the sun shines on the rich and the poor
and the rain falls on the real n*ggas and the fugazi ass n*ggas
so quit wasting your time with all that woopty*woop
and get back on your “mmm*mmm”

- thomas burgundy lyrics

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