Themba Ntaka - Ballad for the blasé lyrics

[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka] A balled for the blasé to which he can relate is enough to feed his soul which is a hot tamale These impetuous thoughts make me a jumping bean Toilworn arm lengths grasp for a pristine existence They want a way to rid odd-balls like vets who neuter, to get the pewter Policeman's aura is a centrifugal fuss Contingent upon the social stimulus, which is us What I do with words is what Kenzie do to sensi Lofty windshield wipers fend off envy I admit I felt parasitic when I did it So when I get the day I always waste away The taut hand-grip is fit to keep those with their fist clenched in position My enmity's still standing The only accepted one that's not thrash dancing [Verse 2: Mikey Kim] Uh, yeah Dancing Nah I'm just laughing, at your f**ing face You a big dis-f**ing-grace You ain't f**ing hating cause you hating on my race Damn, 'bout to f**ing smack you, how does that taste Nah, make me get the mace Nah I'm just chilling, you ain't f**ing want this f**ing spice Make you f**ing melt like ice Nah, baby Let me just f** you in the f**ing a** You say, "Stop!", then I say, "Nah." I'mma f**ing bounce-hop like a f**ing bunny You ain't f**ing want it cause I get greens call that sh** money Yeah, baby, got that f**ing sh** in my pocket Got weed, high as a rocket Yeah, let me pull it out, let me pull it out Let me with the .38 like Peanut Let me tell you what's f**ing up Let me tell you, "You ain't got that f**ing roll game." Blunts, you ain't got that.. Bob Marley roll game Pete, f** out of here Kenny Shin going in Nah.. I'm just f**ing kidding around But I don't care cause she comes back like a rebound but I'm f**ing with the sound f**ing with this track I don't care with my f**ing Black, yeah, Asian, yeah f**ing coming, yeah, Caucasian In this f**ing sh** Nah we're just spitting, with the f**ing beats Like the sun cause I just bring the f**ing heat Yeah I just got to f**ing spit Like ain't ain't free, some sh**'s f**ing ripped But I don't really care cause you a prick All the sh** I get is that what'll stick Nah, icky You don't f**ing want it cause you get that f**ing icky like Vicky You ain't f**ing getting that Cosmo, Wanda Panda I don't really care cause I'm with my f**ing Kami-kaze And f**ing Petey Nah and Mikey 3-way, triple And with the beanies Ah, yeah, with the beanie LRG, that's how I do Hustle trees that's what I do Hustle trees that's what I do Keep it tangy like key lime pie! Damn, we were going in, we were going in, let's play that sh** Yeah Life of Key Lime Pie The summer's flying by