El-Mo (JEM) - Fear Of Intricacy lyrics

Gandhi The Warlord: Who woulda ever thought that Gandhi would be slicing throats Cutting knife to bone spike to dome stealing microphones Lighting dro smoking zig-zags up like lightning bolts Gandhi's hot and ice is cold got you hooked like Tyson blows .So if you think that you can beat me than fight me bro Like Dyson shows laugh my f**ing a** off than riding home Throwing dice for thrones take it nice and slow on night that glow Hit a poser with a cannon tell that b**h to strike a pose Meanwhile I sip acidic juice with Hasidic Jews I lit the fuse and pick and chose whose lips to kiss and hips to bruise .Tip the food eat the waitress, spoon, and sip the soup Eyes crystal blue like something Walt would listen too Belittle riddles with spittle nah thats that different dude Mr. cool the mystical mythical mix of hip and blues Skipping school just to sip the brew without sh** to do Then i let the spliff consume and drift to tunes I'm spitting too