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Cypher On Sway In The Morning Lyrics - Artist : Black Thought
[Method Man:]
I'm a hundred miles and still running This funky drum got a hunnid rounds and still gunning I'm still dumping one in ya' pumpkin, I feel nuthin' The same smoke with a different stroke, you Phil Drummond I feel stunning on Matt Damon, it's real stuntin' I'm good with' Will at the Goodwill, Good Will Huntin' I found that rappers ain't proactive, I'm still bumpin' Larceny in my arm, B, I steal somethin' Or I, might poker face, you still bluffin' Cousin, call ya' auntie up, the deal comin' House of Cards, they see I'm trying to build somethin' They bearing arms, but this arm can steal from 'em Chill youngin', it's Meth Thuggin' and Ill-Will And any problem I can't solve, then Ill will Yaktown and Killa Hill, that's Killville Five point palm and your heart gone, it's Kill Bill [Black Thought:] Shit was all good just a week ago, was it They say the money is time and the reaper know the budget Well, if the limit's the sky, and we can go above it The hood metabolism high, heat ain't good for nuthin' We was out of hope and hustlin' Cooking somethin' down to a reduction What's your object of desire? Your topic of discussion When you agile on your legs The coastline cradle your ivory castle on the edge Like a tassle on a fez, listen Light of day, never see the eyes of the children With aerosol, we spray to tattoo the face of the building Night after night, transcend color like a chameleon Black and white divided the soldier from the civilian The first cut is the deepest The worst part is repeated We play make it and take it We said, "Finally, keep it" For building another Egypt, revealing another secret We eating, making a killing, spilling the blood of Jesus My conscience was immaculate, before the packages Now we the advocates for every sort of sacrilege The higher ground watered down 'til the fire drown Where a precious life is lost, you and I are found The message over whether you learn Beef ain't over for carrying ashes in an urn Y'ahm sayin', yo, that's diminishing returns Check it out, Method Man back to burn [Method Man:] You seen Casino? Well, we live by that credo A lot of chicken and ski-hoes just to massage the ego If I'm trippin', it's Cee-lo What you sniffing is Primo About a quarter kilo will increase your woman libido And, you know how we go Whip It like Devo Lockdown The Strip and then break the key in the keyhole Not by the peep tho, people this ain't peep show This here'll knock at the do' with a gun on the peekhole, ha ha LMAO, I ain't tell 'em I'm cold 'Til they nose is runnin' like I'm out here sellin' 'em snow Let me hold somethin' Youngin', you can tell or be told Honey told you she sell a bit, not meaning celibate, no Is it that y'all don't live it? Y'all tweet back, c'mon admit it Your feet is hungry for feedback, c'mon and get it Buy a skillet, she ain't your woman if I hit it Your seeds be calling me Uncle Meth when I visit it [Black Thought:] Black Johann Sebastian, the Zohan of fashion Your kind ain't really showing no signs of gasping Go find a caption to explain the neutron and proton attraction And drop, tell 'em call it Captain Rock I started at the bottom, now I'm lonely at the top I ain't hardly finished climbing, no, I'm only at the top I figured I should probably show 'em show 'em what I got So, something nasty skirted off the lot It's darker than a kettle iron, blacker than a pot I am all day composing classics like Vivaldi Graffiti on the walls of that hallow hallway The urban legend go from Uruguay to Norway The gourmet that leave 'em rapping on Heaven's doorway The hood fellow with the Hermes edge Number one storyteller what the survey says Y'all late to rise, I get up as early as eggs Grind 8 to 5, preaching to the choir, so sanctified Move muscle from the hate to the gangsta side Y'all all the way turnt up, but I'm amplified And two for ten cruising down Lincoln Drive Take your time, making history 'cause I'm making mine On a job, I'm truly Renaissance Dominate the web, television, movies, and beyond When a leader get to speaking, it's your duty to respond I'ma leave these niggas leaking like I'm Julian Assange Press rewind, never contest a don I'm coming from the southside like the Mexican cartel Coming to flame things Me and Meth, the legendary Roots crew Tang [Method Man:] I'm sipping OJ in a Bronco, next to this Henny bottle Skinny model, she clearly sniffing that Benny Blanco Mama te llamo, [?] [?] This ain't the convo for mi hermano Let's get it pronto, half my borough Siciliano I spits bananas since no one managed to kill Bonanno Got bad grammar, but y'all don't quote me, I keep it bama Like Thor, and I get lowkey, so keep a hammer And you can't touch this 'Bout my chicken, you barely cutlets These rappers is barely cutting the mustard I'm so disgusted, so disgusted, I can't discuss it If Metro Boomin can't even trust it, don't even touch it Won't be a puppet, you bring me drama, I Bring da Ruckus To be specific, want real to kick it? I'll bring the buckets I be the roughest, rootin' tootin-est slang shootin' No plan for losing, man, I'm just planning a Clan reunion |
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