Bushwalla - Tiger Spots lyrics

Two hits and it's it i'm blown pray to all the MC's on the microphones Half grown in the ozone, in subatomic tones And my microphones and insult for chronic baritones What? And you look at me funny, not Santa Claus, Jesus Christ, or the Easter bunny. I smell like breakfast, 30 years of freshness, brozones are backwards abstractedness Where my people at? Where my people at? Where my people at? (4x) Yo here I go again, shall I rock a rhyme again? A verbal vegetarian, like tiger spots and tiger skins Solace in the feminine Life in as a moccasin Hush like a harlequin I woke up in the genuine cluster, I will always be a rhyme buster The tonic luster, is the feather to your audio duster Soul brothers the universe is the sketch of a mutha Where my people at? Where my people at? Where my people at? (4x) I'm balancing barnyards Effecting awaking The sun is my paneling I'm nourishing, questioning I seem to be foreshadowing Your laughter is pampering This moment I'm savoring My heart stop flowering And I am empowering The paranoid people who pray with us Slow down days with us Injecting the populace With the love hypothesis Where my people at? Where my people at? Where my people at? (4x)