Jonwayne - Special Herbs Medley lyrics

[Intro] Ay yo yo yo yo yo, peace to MF DOOM or DOOM or Viktor Vaughn or King Geedorah or some other sh**, Metal Fingers, whatever man, it's your boy Jonwayne, let's go [Verse 1] Ayo, it's the return of the tramp, but more styles to cramp Than rappers in the caves rubbing on magic lamps Asking deities to seize me, they getting needy Your triple wish be crippled, but I'm here to take the gigs, terabytes and quids Snacking on this beach like I'm snapping on these twigs It's a breeze I call ‘em cats ‘cause they hiding in the trees Nah, not an inch knock between the knees Yes, please and thank you I'm very polite, hold the mic like I'm supposed to While I get the produce, while I get the produce Hanky in the shirt and I'm eating rapper tofu You can't start beef without me, I'm seasoned, bruh Yeah, I'm eating, I don't even need a reason Maybe cause I like sh**ting on every notion you conceive Cause I guess dudes consider me treason, huh They don't like which is flawless and fearless Call me the Pink Panther, gooning like panzer Any questions, I'm playing 20 answers Steer clear from Josh, dropped year after year Appear a few years forward I might be the king with an eye in the land of the blind Singing with my design, playing the keys we'll be wildin' out sh**, we [?] and wiping the snout Rappers are down and out, contracting a gout While I'm signing the contracts and I'm jacking all the contacts Claiming to be manly men, sh** You couldn't keep up with the Kardashians, stop it And drop it like it's lukewarm p**y Please, three to five linemen couldn't push me I dare you to write a diss without getting gushy How can you hate? I'm always mobbing with the goodies Rookie under nookie and no Snooki's, no rookies Can ride and they gotta have those boom boom thighs No lie, that's where I reside (Jonwayne special herbs medley) [Interlude: Spoken] This a great beat, this a great beat right here, so unique, ahead of its time, yeah, crazy, alright, alright, enough horsing around, let's switch it up. Ghostface, jellyfish, fish scale, peace to Ghostface man (peace to Ghostface), peace to Ghostface (peace to Ghostface) [Verse 2] Chasing, racing against the ghost Boost mobile in the coat More I, vocal in the throat Than anybody you heard as of recent Thanks to the descent of requirement for those you call decent They sent me, don't even ask who They're looking out for you, no need to out the crew Rappers out of work, no need to scout for food Two tickets to see me, bring doom to the room No MF… You're either right or you're wrong, no left Your boy split up the lip like cleft They wanna jest and talk sh**? Well, I ingested kick snare kicks and its hi-hat kids, no sh** [Interlude: Spoken] No sh**, there's no sh** ‘cause the drums so minerals and…there's no bullsh**, there's no poop, there's no waste (let's keep it going) [Verse 3] Keep it up ‘cause I'm speaking up finally To this culture that's trying me I'm giving you people a little taste like the winery And when they hear me behind the mic to breathe It's like they can't choose between "Jiminy Cricket!" and "Criminey!" to scream But they can't, they ain't doing their thing Brain falling asleep because they're sipping on lean Getting seizures on the screen Baffles me that y'all didn't learn to kick the habit after, uhm…(shh) Let's keep it moving like the medley Bet 95% will turn it when it's heavy But now it's just us among the many Turn a deaf ear to the fresh, well God bless ‘em, yes I suspect this turned to a God session With my arms strong stretching and my word blistens Encased inside a body that'll keep ‘em all guessing This white man can jump (yup) I'm a Spike Lee joint with a little bit of Kubrick to match Stalking in the sewers and bumping like Lex Luger Running with the beast that'll keep ‘em in a stupor Jay scoop zero, call out DJ Harris and Oxwon Oliver, Ringo, Kev, DB, peace to Dillon [?] Everyone who helped out, your boy loves you Don't forgetting who to yell out (Peace to Cool [?]...) Shout out to Sinus, switch it up so let's do this Oooh, if by now I'm not in your top five Then I'mma just a**ume you can't count that high Rappers are practically dead, they ain't about that life Acting like I'm acting, they ain't about that knife Yeah I got a wifey but I ain't about to wife So these side hoes'll go, there's more b**hes in Frozen But it's me in the kitchen, cooking up the storm Peace to Lil B, I ain't f**ing with these norm-core rappers Rapping in his sandals and it's dapper Soaking up the beat like bath water, I'm off...