Greg Enemy - Sophisticated Goon sh** lyrics

[Intro] Yeah It's me again Uhuh, enemy Uh Yeah When they aks where I'm being I just tell them this Chilling with my n***as and we n******gishly elegant Haha, yeah [Verse 1] Sophisticated goon sh**, smooth super ego Straight from the ear, that delivered to the people Never seen Freudian slipping on the same beret Be on lean be the Bull's black Pea coat Check your egos and coats at the door Wipe your feet on the rug before you walk on my floor And roll the trees up in the slow-burn papyrus Bottles of rum, you in the presence of the pirates No hook though, nice with the man*script Vivid deranged, man Cuban Link's lavishness Simple and plain, everything so immaculate Exquisite taste goes great with that tacky sh** I imagined it, everything framed got My name on the back of it from the chain gang To the viewers on the balcony straight up out The gutter to the hillside palace cold to the soul like Nude models, bare feet on the marble floor I'm like drawing, low-key studying abroad Take advantage of the canvas, when I record Every broad line a subtle sign what I be on Brush stroke smooth as a quiet storm But the pen be, mighty as a lion's roar Tryna make it rain every time I brainstorm But next time I'll bring the fire to your front lawn Hah [Verse 2] Charming as a young James Bond When I'm Charles Darwin the way I got shawty 'volvin Be cautious of Neanderthals darling I besiege you, come see what we're involved in I let them Cro-Mags drag knuckles Could loan 'em some style at a low, fixed rate Teach them young brothers how to move on the humble And be too dashing if they try to give chase Swear to god they can't catch me Catch up on some light reading to the plane taxi Imported fabric on my back, nothing too flashy Trying to get them young ladies in the front dancing Fellas in the back, head nod, fingers snappin' Gla** cling-clanking on the rocks, and them toes tapping 'Fore the curtain close, toast to the main attraction Swag Billy Ocean, cool Freddy Jackson Yeah, I got ya open, and if they trash-talking I'm Redd Foxx, on them n***as like Lamont, ha! True relieve, when I give you what you need And don't front, I give you what you want I give you what you, want want want, waaaant Yeah [Bridge] Uhuh, ahah ahah uh, uhuh [?] Say make money money, make money money money It's like take money money, take money money money Haha [Verse 3] Sophisticated goon sh**, live from the middle it's The intelligent hoodlum, five-foot [?] Post-modernism, all black with the ski-mask I bet you give up the goods when I run through them tenements Aye-aye captain of the penmanship Setting course for that sh** you find interesting No use, like fat n***a gym-memberships Tryna to bet against this, my odds are magnificent As he goes from bashful to a**hole It's the grand entrance slash sneaking out the backdoor No pen to pa**, still pen the pandemic to the whole Panorama witnessing my transition Esquire, with that writer ambition Flyer than the page with my face and date In the name of the venue I'll soon be attending No cover, all you gotta do is pay attention Ya dig?