Rafi (305) - Lazy lyrics

[Verse 1: Raƒi] The black mane, the kovu, on the dark side of the pride lands/ On the art side of this diagram, this apartheid of the poor man/ We see the world's wretched, never the food/ Carrion fetching, but to many perry's perfection/ Be it Luke or Rick, seeing clips full of glitz/ Full of sh**, they want hits, I'd rather be Stieglitz/ Gather for these hits, for the proud, no need to chit/ Live our way, everyday, naturally, stay away/ [Hook: Raƒi] No need for Cobaine or propane to bomb them/ Alarm them, never know we're off the chain/ Never know we're on a chain, pride mane/ A proud mane, so clean gain/ [Verse 2: Raƒi] Young lame, saw himself as young lamb/ Easterners they eat him, Stanley's job is k** him/ Why does no one feel him? Kovu's okay, lions go to Hill man/ Time will always heal man, f** giving them space/ Boot strap pulling, now we're pulling lace/ All they've got is laces, sometimes just a toe hair/ Cos got them screwed up, signs are really there/ Tangents, we don't care. Dammit should I share? Spend it all on hair and boots, coupes, fleece, and bleach/ [Hook] [Verse 3: Raƒi] One game, one play, yellow prey, how you say? He takes off, a fly day/ Consignment on one leg, alignment he finds it/ Refines it through practice/ His battles, too tragic. Lamb calls it magic/ The lion, a hat trick, he casts it...way below him/ My God, can you find him? Sharp, but he don't bite him/ He stabs, dodging lion with jabs, to take him back/ To the promised land. The Lamb calls him cursed/ The talented burst, no one challenged it first/ To breed, to breed, to breed [Hook (x2)]