Jurassic 5 - What's Golden ? (instrumental)
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I blaze the chronic up, fo' i start to warm it up
jailhouse music that be soundin like harmonicas
old school hip hop shit now bob ya head to this
hipopotamus beat we drop in ya metropolis
i smoke the cannabis, higher than a satellite
diffrent breed of rapper type to satisfy your appetite
men women children even homos and hermaphrodites
dig my kinda music and they love it yeah you know its tight
rollin up a blunt yeah i'll be smokin like a chimney
drinkin like a fish fo' i dish these lyrics in me
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this aint spam! im eatin jam spray your whole fam with pam, smoke a gram then make em' go blam, like dam!! thats my plan. im a crazy herbal monk, a verbal drunk running stop signs with bodys in my trunk out for your fudge, so pass me a chunk you punk! I say "reach for the skys!" to the teachers who teach me the lies, then im robbin bakerys for bread and peach pies!
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3 people don't have ears
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as I can download
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I'm the epic electric eclectic metric of the wreckage
Bringing the message to you straight from your muthafuckin' record
Second to none in this rap game
Champion of the sport, set tradition aflame
Linguistics over English, smart chick over dumb bitch
Tracks from the soul over poppy number one hits
Between riches and respect for the words I've spoken
I choose the latter, that's what matters, that's what's really fuckin' golden
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yes, we have a 100 people or less, whats it equal sex, next mess with my girl you get decks, we fly so high in this dangerous world, a new descision, rapping provision, clapping colousion, snapping no-missing, feel the relentless pain, blood stains on what remains, of potentious ways, or expensive ways
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@SyntheticXMTS don't hate the player, hate the game or better yet, destiny DAMN
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Cuz it used too...
lovin this beat
McLovinMcNugget 2 years ago 17
When I kick it, I choke mics to death with 5 fingers/
Start the cipher off with hot shit and live lyrics/
Keep the bass line high, make sure the guys hear it/
Gather around the circle, and summon "the Pun's" spirit/
We brothers are thick as theives or sweet syrup/
If you keep the mic live, for like a minute/
You get knighted and crowned like the king's bihop/
The lady's pass by, cause we generate gossip/
We hung like stallions OR "is that just a mic on your pocket?"
tlldrkhndsm 1 year ago 4