Cambatta - Mixed BARtial Arts lyrics

[Cambatta] Gimme money money Gimme money money Gimme money money My b**h so bad Biggie would s** her daddies dick He said that so don't be at me, be mad at him Gimme the loot, gimme the booth, gimme the Pad & pen I Hit up my n***a to gimme the piff he delivery the sack for ten There's not a place inside my head in which I haven't been My energy alone can make the rings around Saturn spin Elevate my game up to point that when I'm at the gym I take it to the rack on them & when I shoot my head is at the rim Watch how easily I score on the D though Fadeaway from free throw, Jordan on Ehlo Skin covered ego Morpheus took me to the side he said, "Batta I'm quite sure that your Neo" Holler for the kilo I'm black Scarface like the singer Seal's cheeks fly like eagle (Ugh) The prophet is here, a goblin with a goblet beer I'mma jive turkey that'll gobble his peers Got 'em goo goo gaga, filling Google goggles with tears The more words, the commas appear, the policies clear My Inner space is microcosms and spheres I'mma star with astromical glare, Batta is here! Oh my god Ski beats ma**acre Heat be accuate Like CC Sabathia No repeating after us Squeeze heat Pistol like he's Pete Maravich (ugh) Smoke and mirrors b**h We speak Arabic Deep in heritage King of my era Though I'm errorless & perilous CT derelict Weed, speed, h**ne All the things that turn you into a fiend, seen various Have you ever seen a n***a shot in front you But lips is locked cuz if you snitch, you shot and that's just what it do Have you ever seen so many keys Medayin up in your kitchen at seven you'd heavy breathe and catch a freeze That's how it is in these ghetto streets Visions like Mr. Wendell in a window in Tennessee Developments arrested they gone cripple you mentally That vice that I'm gripping gonna k** me eventually I'm scripting 'til my image is legendary Then I'll die cuz if I live forever they won't get to remember me So tipsy when sippin' the Hennessy I can't tell if that's a leprechaun or a midget with leprosy I answer with a question like I'm winning at Jeopardy The systems rejecting me because my skin is so ebony Typical jealously My worse is where your pinnacles meant to be As I sit & hit a spliff of this heavenly