Bodega BAMZ - BetterOffDead Tour Cypher lyrics

[Zombie Juice] I be gone 'till November, I got packs to move Like Wyclef Jean without the s** scandal Dismantle and handle any rap dude from New York to L.A Ya' MC'll get ate, greedy little n***a' never share off the plates Racks on a b**h, naw, wraps on my dick, pause Back smack a b**h rapper, blowing loud, been dapper Blasted, buggin' off Bacardi and acid Represent my city, these other n***a's sh**ty Maino told me n***a's gotta' stick together n***a's throwin' over broads like 50 or Mayweather While half the industry hates on me I independently, made half a mili' in a year Still I'm ahead of my prime And if sleep's the cousin of d**h ya' falling in line Zombie! [Meechy Darko] f** the bloggers brah Most your posts are straight Bolognia Check any continent they won't find spitters as hot as us My consciousness, mindf**, and make her pineal hymen bust Vomit lava, brah, I'll melt any thermometer Poison on the television Baby let me crack handle white Jesus answers to the prayers of a black man My third eye see through your insides like a CAT Scan Got 'dat cha-cha-cha-cha-chopper out & it will not jam d**h around the corner, I hear'em callin' Paranoia from smoking this marijuana We all liars, so I guess we all lawyers If you ain't loyal then you should be in the soil Hash oil, soarin', saucer See most of my shows out in Norway, awesome New day different hoes, same sh**, different toilet Punchlines better than that smack you been snortin' Past life, writing my rhymes down in papyrus Acid flashbacks dropping micro-grams in my eyelids Psilocybin my stylist, look in the mirror for guidance I am who they really trying to clone with they rhymin' But their scenes ain't as mean, painting scenes, Meech (Stalley)? Acid drops from the melting cup ??? n***a's been known for years and I'm still f**in' hungry That ain't the beat bangin' that's the rumble in my tummy The ??? f*ggots perspire And a n***a still sittin' on wicker then the weed don't expire Says he needs some new bullets, my car gon' need some new tires Your baby boy needs new pampers, but baby I ain't the father b**h! [Erick Arc Elliot] Grown men be acting childish When will we stop the violence? Broke the b**h and fixed it like them presidential ballots Obscure, not mature, not performed, just the norm A little bit of everything, a little bit of Mary Jane Listening to Mary sing "Spring Memories" Bumping through my tweet and see my divas in their denim jeans Crack rock is in my melody, infecting everything you see All dreams oh yes indeed I got the potency of peace Investing in my destiny, not like we can all be free Until my expiration I give all of me, like I ought to be I order me a number three at the Chinese spot, I rhyme a lot These figments in my head, will never find my heart ??? baby boy, Sigmund Freud, since the story goes On the Maury Shows, I rap it all 'till close Slap, fracture, slaughter hoes k** a boy, still avoid, similar to rivers boy, I'm still annoyed Towering - sound speak louder than I click clack Empty weapons pull ya' melon back I roll with hella cats who know the traps So who you tellin' black? Take a shot and cough and throw it back sh**, my shawty is a lie like the Zodiac I'm smokin' weed for all the time I never noticed that I sparked the chalice on my stoop like I can't hold it back If you came to be a reasonable opponent For you zone with, I hold the microphone like it's golden Motherf**er! [Bodega Bamz] Same nightmare, sleeping in my beach chair I ain't got a chip on my shoulder but I don't f**ing care Been there, done that, b**hes always comeback Just like my c**aine dealing on the comeback If I could keep everybody happy I would do that But it would be one driver, n***a screw that I still get the "who that?", I'm still getting lied to Forgetful mother f**ers like "I never supplied you" Minus the bullsh**, must I divide you Should have realised you, I sat right beside you Pain is temporary mind you You mind if I remind you every second because I don't mind to Where should I sign at? Kid from the corner No diploma, no graduation cap up in the air My thoughts get recorded, some n***as come home, my n***as get deported Tan Boyz did this, sh** it's in my blood I'm pulling for a war, I'm ready you can tell, right on tongue Back pocket Tan bandanna All my papis Gucci, brave like Atlanta Faring for a come up, sh** I'm too short for that California dreaming in my LA Dodger hat We all gotta win, nobody doubted that Jumping out of Benzes to jump in the dollar cab Don't ask why n***a, that's how I keep it I break hearts now you hate me to pieces This drug sh** I speak it , this fake sh** I peep it You reap what you sew, make sure you look decent I'm from the rotten manzana, it ain't peaches and cream in my pocket 'Cos everyday I need it Student of the game before, now I teach it Never s**ed dick, I leave it to the leeches Or leave it to the b**hes Old told me go in, Cart and Gina believed Rube say we golden Had a cold shoulder, now my attitude is frozen Throwin' powder in the air the streets said I'm chosen One before I go, Rest in Peace Big Pun and Salido Puh,puh,puh,papiz