Okay
I stay where the bass hit
I got the sauce
I got the shit
I feeel like a boss
Paper I flip
I steal the award
Then I dip
I get a bag
Then I move
Roll with a gram
In my shoe
Yo what it do
I keep it cool
I keep it quiet
Plottin moves work in silence
My screws loose I need guidance
Don't know what to do, well I might just
Sit back burn a fat spliff
Close my eyes go galactic
I'm feeling fantastic
Great no Gatsby
Got a full bag by the back of me
On a trip no taxi
When the track meets I'm an athlete
Running through beats
Rip out the sheet
Breathe in the leaf
Steal my thoughts like a theif
Spitting heat
Still you live in disbelief
Unaware of whats beneath
In the underbelly
Underground the wonder's plenty
I'll be spitting shit sharp as a machete
While you spit to sleep in a slumber steady
Stuff the blueberry inside of the zig-zag
Oh you looking big mad
Talking about the things I been had
I build mean with my syntax
You say you're clean you been wack
I hear you with those trash bin raps
Better step back
It's a known fact
That when I attack on a track
I leave a rapper flat
It's brutal like a hand to hand kill
Dropping heavy shits an anvil
Shake you to a standstill
I ain't got no plans still
Sitting watching fans spin
Spitting cold as Aspen
Dirty, that's a ratskin
I'm ignoring what they're asking
I said f*ck them
Follow my own passion
Sporting bummy fashion
Play with bunny rabbits
It's strange and funny habits
When i'm in search of that money salad
Don't really care who has it
I'll swipe it
Kill them off like the sidekick
Buy myself some fly kicks
Just to walk over those who do not like it
When the madboy grips the microphone with a fistful of iron
Ain't no lying
When i be rhyming
I be the lion
Of this jungle called the game
So hard to act sane
So I don't
Enter young Harriott
Put your princess in my chariot
I'll take your mama to the Marriott
Excuse me i am very lit
I'm still puffing on a scary spliff
But nothing to be scared of kids
It's just your neighbourhood's doobie therapist
These rappers be rapping like they're scared of hits
I.e. they're scared of this
They're scared to diss
They're scared of what i'll do between these snares and kicks
I'll kill them all just to show them that I aint no kid
I'm a boss making moves
Only talk what I do
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English
Okay
I stay where the bass hit
I got the sauce
I got the shit
I feeel like a boss
Paper I flip
I steal the award
Then I dip
I get a bag
Then I move
Roll with a gram
In my shoe
Yo what it do
I keep it cool
I keep it quiet
Plottin moves work in silence
My screws loose I need guidance
Don't know what to do, well I might just
Sit back burn a fat spliff
Close my eyes go galactic
I'm feeling fantastic
Great no Gatsby
Got a full bag by the back of me
On a trip no taxi
When the track meets I'm an athlete
Running through beats
Rip out the sheet
Breathe in the leaf
Steal my thoughts like a theif
Spitting heat
Still you live in disbelief
Unaware of whats beneath
In the underbelly
Underground the wonder's plenty
I'll be spitting shit sharp as a machete
While you spit to sleep in a slumber steady
Stuff the blueberry inside of the zig-zag
Oh you looking big mad
Talking about the things I been had
I build mean with my syntax
You say you're clean you been wack
I hear you with those trash bin raps
Better step back
It's a known fact
That when I attack on a track
I leave a rapper flat
It's brutal like a hand to hand kill
Dropping heavy shits an anvil
Shake you to a standstill
I ain't got no plans still
Sitting watching fans spin
Spitting cold as Aspen
Dirty, that's a ratskin
I'm ignoring what they're asking
I said f*ck them
Follow my own passion
Sporting bummy fashion
Play with bunny rabbits
It's strange and funny habits
When i'm in search of that money salad
Don't really care who has it
I'll swipe it
Kill them off like the sidekick
Buy myself some fly kicks
Just to walk over those who do not like it
When the madboy grips the microphone with a fistful of iron
Ain't no lying
When i be rhyming
I be the lion
Of this jungle called the game
So hard to act sane
So I don't
Enter young Harriott
Put your princess in my chariot
I'll take your mama to the Marriott
Excuse me i am very lit
I'm still puffing on a scary spliff
But nothing to be scared of kids
It's just your neighbourhood's doobie therapist
These rappers be rapping like they're scared of hits
I.e. they're scared of this
They're scared to diss
They're scared of what i'll do between these snares and kicks
I'll kill them all just to show them that I aint no kid
I'm a boss making moves
Only talk what I do
I stay where the bass hit
I got the sauce
I got the shit
I feeel like a boss
Paper I flip
I steal the award
Then I dip
I get a bag
Then I move
Roll with a gram
In my shoe
Yo what it do
I keep it cool
I keep it quiet
Plottin moves work in silence
My screws loose I need guidance
Don't know what to do, well I might just
Sit back burn a fat spliff
Close my eyes go galactic
I'm feeling fantastic
Great no Gatsby
Got a full bag by the back of me
On a trip no taxi
When the track meets I'm an athlete
Running through beats
Rip out the sheet
Breathe in the leaf
Steal my thoughts like a theif
Spitting heat
Still you live in disbelief
Unaware of whats beneath
In the underbelly
Underground the wonder's plenty
I'll be spitting shit sharp as a machete
While you spit to sleep in a slumber steady
Stuff the blueberry inside of the zig-zag
Oh you looking big mad
Talking about the things I been had
I build mean with my syntax
You say you're clean you been wack
I hear you with those trash bin raps
Better step back
It's a known fact
That when I attack on a track
I leave a rapper flat
It's brutal like a hand to hand kill
Dropping heavy shits an anvil
Shake you to a standstill
I ain't got no plans still
Sitting watching fans spin
Spitting cold as Aspen
Dirty, that's a ratskin
I'm ignoring what they're asking
I said f*ck them
Follow my own passion
Sporting bummy fashion
Play with bunny rabbits
It's strange and funny habits
When i'm in search of that money salad
Don't really care who has it
I'll swipe it
Kill them off like the sidekick
Buy myself some fly kicks
Just to walk over those who do not like it
When the madboy grips the microphone with a fistful of iron
Ain't no lying
When i be rhyming
I be the lion
Of this jungle called the game
So hard to act sane
So I don't
Enter young Harriott
Put your princess in my chariot
I'll take your mama to the Marriott
Excuse me i am very lit
I'm still puffing on a scary spliff
But nothing to be scared of kids
It's just your neighbourhood's doobie therapist
These rappers be rapping like they're scared of hits
I.e. they're scared of this
They're scared to diss
They're scared of what i'll do between these snares and kicks
I'll kill them all just to show them that I aint no kid
I'm a boss making moves
Only talk what I do
Writer: Estian Bouwer
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid