Beam - PLANET BEAM lyrics

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Beam - PLANET BEAM lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] If I say I'ma ride, then they with me Safety first, but the scrapper's a glizzy We gon' circle the block and get busy (*Gunshot*) What you talkin' 'bout? ni**as get risky And you pushin' your bro, he a sissy Got hoes sexin' my phone, say they miss me fu*kers feel like we back in the Sixties (*Gunshot*) [Verse 1] ([?]) If I say I'ma ride, then they with me Safety first, but the scrapper's a glizzy We gon' circle the block and get busy (*Gunshot*) What you talkin' 'bout? ni**as get risky And you pushin' your bro, he a sissy ni**as lyin', they say that he rich Got hoes sexin' my phone, say they miss me (*Gunshot*) fu*kers feel like we back in the Sixties b*tches do anything for a check I ain't tip her, man, now she upset Tell these hoes to get sponsored by Nike (*Gunshot*) Trust me, I know these ni**as don't like me And it's only enough when I'm dinin' I'm a savage, we swappin', no swappin' It's why I'm cuttin' off ni**as, they dyin' (*Gunshot*) [Part II] [Interlude 1] Yeah, do or die, yeah Do or die, do or try Yeah, look, who am I? SkipOnDaBeat, it go crazy [Verse 2] Dances, Spanish stone [?], but I'm not a sin More's up than I done been, Noah's Ark inna di rain Come from the sky, crash down plane Skillet cooker playin' 'Nuff man, mi know, sell Mary gin 'Nuff man, mi know, Abel fi kill Cain Head shot occur Cool bean, fallout, money treein' Gi' a gyal mi co*ky, mek har levitate, David playin' Seems like di man tun, seems like mi brotha tun Insane, God's name in vain Codeine, cocaine, fu*k liquor, I been winnin' In Vans, bloodstream, lion piss, do 'em in Seen pen, kill pen, ordained prophet Detain, insurance, make a right to rid 'em, right win Get the logic from my left brain Touch mi gyal, brush them off Cut them off, against the grain I'm a demon in a condemned care canteen Front porch, glean 'em, die sheen, are been Are known in, pimp get together Put up on street, public, do 'em in Steady win, the ways you seen Ball, sustenance, slow bill Slow kills, Quentin Tarantino Did the two, let 'em bloody pens Push it, look like M.C., I ducked it when mi tek it all di keys When mi see, I rock with no cheers Set them up, then we're skiers, set them up without beat [Part III] [Interlude 2] Yeah, yeah, turn the autotune down Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Uh, uh, I'ma, I'ma, sick Sick (Sick) Sync, sick (Sick) Sick (Drr, brrt) [Verse 3] I need more headphone volume, yeah I need more headphone volume, yeah Catch a viking in the volume, yeah You can hear that through the sonics, yeah I only fu*k wit' gyal ebonics, yeah Straight out the trap, it's exotic, yeah Tropical, yeah And I talk 'bout Medusa, I love it Treat that head like a turkey, I stuff it (Stuff it) All ah di gyaldem waan fi gimme [?] Tek mi sword, stop eh cold Santa know, yuh badda than a box of cigarette Got a big choppa, heart-stopper No manners, Big Poppa Don Dadda in Americana Still a wear di green and yellow, black burner Inna uptown, have a king face Like di sword, drive down downtown Touch at di partner, dem a bruk down Bleed me or de pasa pasa pasa Pon di river, then me gon' die With some Rastas, with some Christians Smokin' ganja, the Lord Jesus is my chiropractor When me need the healing in my doctor, back to Earth Call me Peter when I'm choppin' ears off Call me [?], I've been sellin' [?] Scala tunnel vision with no cap and gown Me and Jeremy took it over million This is for my jit, I put in a college fund I'ma get that jit more than this gun sound Make a toast to harder a**holes Not in my prime, but I'm still in the Amazon Body sumo wrestler, hit 'em out of bounds When I pull up, hit to lickin' Diana Jones She want give me kitty, baby, keep the boom Got a wifey takin' care of tippy tippy Got a ballerina, always count 'em toes I just try this first, she got me out the zone Melody hypnotic, temptation harmonic Singin' over tonic, yuh Back to the topic, no more pointers, I need dollars Got a shawty, she gon' pop it, she a star, like Madonna Africana khaki, Hotel Rwanda, anaconda Lord, forgive me, I'ma fu*k the digits No adultery, but I let the patna kiss the one of [?] in me I ain't do no phonics, but it's so ironic, I'm the hottest topic My mama drop me (Mama), sicky in the heady, crack baby ni**a psychotic, ni**a Steve Jobs, ni**a [?] fanatic "I am such a motherfu*ker But I will go fu*k your mother" Yuh, shee, yuh kidda Still up on street with God and the peace, in the street Touch word, woman see, [?] rapper, dem a pree I love bees in the trees and a coolin' breeze From creation, God in it Life really comin' and I got to give it positivity See the ying-yang bling bling, chargin' it The enemy [?] with the apple [?] See me step on this ni**a, get dark in it God feel me, God, I'm the one, Samuel All prophet now, morning, residual, maybe, Mom Take a Addy, make it go away, put it down Make a [?], know your peace, get told to stop Oh, oof, oh, oof, oh, ts, oh, ts Oh, yeah, diligent, talkin' deals, in a Hebrew court, synagogue Chosen one, is he real? Israel, ask God I'm located in the sky, get off me I'm at risk, this type of life is cost to me One, zero, and below, it get frosty They try to lock me, I done made dem car piece I don't need a presidential I ain't snitchin', gettin' out like Bob D I can go run in for the presidential No content, I ain't content, no, not at all Like glue, shampah, is it? She sorta co*ky, but this ain't no coca, this is down sad, is it? Mi come find di light, run inna di dark like a marathon, yuh see it? [?], man, pull a dandelion, cyaan fu*k with disrespect, not at all Bring your mathematics when it come to trigonometry ni**a, don't try it (Not at all) Not a callus, but they call it my blood I'ma fold like a new [?] (Not at all) Rather have dem eggs, all there been I got Honda car (Not at all)