J Dilla - Blunts & Roses lyrics

(Verse 1: Robert Mavro) Somewhere between heaven & hell is this place called earth Where the k**ers & the murderers are birthed & the innocent too, I watch my boy Clay billin the zoot I'm sitting with a chick; wondering if she's hitting it too Wondering if I could get a minute man I'm wishing for two Wondering if the world still has any time for the truth So I'm sitting confused as I watch the moon melt in the ocean & they say watching me rap is real poetry in motion Listen in and focus If God had favourites then I'm spitting like the chosen I wouldn't say I'm bread or water to the homeless More like; weed to a fiend I'm the dopest Parting wavey bars am I Moses? Blessed by God fam I know this No I don't carry any cross for the hopeless I just bring Mary on the track for my stoners My new notion: make sure you got it Don't crown me with thorns or pay me any homage If you're tryna place stigmata in my logic Studio I'm on it, truthfully if I'm honest Ken's the only barrer I'm rating when we're talking on these topics We are pro's to your novice & whilst you're clubbing hard, we are late night grinding chillin by the bars (Verse 2: Ken MST) Yo I'm chilled in the bar came late then left early After this bird I swear I'm going cold turkey 3 puff pa** all the answers are clear In the party with my team I might disappear cos.. This Daft Punk gets lucky Surrounded by these black and yellow honeys got me buzzin' That's what happens when you play your cards right and stop the bluffin' I'm the King of Hearts ask your other half if she loves me & if she doesn't Ima move onto your cousin Have you trippin' over hurdles from the game that I'm runnin' Have her blushin' like the tip of my spliff, when we're smokin' Trap me? nah you're swallowin' kids, cuz I soaked her I'm out of ideas, freshers giving ideas A grade brain f** lectures come revise here But I got no heart, cold nights developed cold rhymes I caught feelings, threw 'em back I'd rather hold nines Cos that's the code that we were taught Stop sellin' cla** now my cla**es are in court & I can still get you 1.8 for a score Big fluffy bags got my youngers winning off their draws (Verse 3: Robert Mavro & Ken MST) & that's the truth so you know it's kinda peak fam 3.5s for a score from the weed man Cos he's old school like Del Boy & those fools I said he's old school like Del Boy & those fools! Got a motive? Ring Mav; I will roll through (RM) & I can never get spun on my own tune (KMST) I quote Ken on that cos it's so true Preaching like Malcolm X, feeling like Goku (RM) So what you saying 'bout my saiyans? (KMST) The lyricism we possess it's hard to get away with Simpleness, entertaining simpletons (RM) Simply enough I met a simple babe the other day She only likes to chill, smoke weed and get laid (KMST) Piffs got my eyes wonderin' if they were born lazy JD on the River Thames I'm kinda wavey (RM) Drowning in the Disaronno I'm kinda wavey (KMST)