Nonezeo - Blue Hawaiian lyrics

[Intro: Gino Green] Get that. Now. [?] Alliance [Verse 1: Gino Green] In verse, you know it's Politics and Earth first-cla** Love, Power, and Cash Four fists hitting the oak wood, finish [that style?] Bring you off the Alps with a scalped wig Because we think big, calculate to win Balance the scales, achieve victory P.O.E., L.P.C. get in [?] This lime is esoterically refined as Reflector, protector of the 7, 8, and 9 [Read it?] down my [?] line Who instinctively feel the success of a slow grind (Cosign the mint) See it in her prime. Cosign the mint The mind ditect mine in the skits Yellow and Blue Regime It's beautiful women, high energy, and big money Money Green (Green) Getting high beams and trying to avoid Pa** time in a [?] holding cell Life is strategy Know how to utilize your queen, new techniques to breathe Truth is constant in the get-money cycle of hell That why I deal in the now Gotta make a contribution to the Dow Ayyo, we deal in the now With the insight of Mao Say tongue on four tracks backed by none Green Regime, [?] Alliance Uh, peep the science From the mint to the blue Hawaiian (To the blue Hawaiian) [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] To the blue Hawaiian I shoot guns, stab knives, slice razor blades I crush mountains into dusty pebble grains on planes Wild like hurricanes, I k** props for fames I drowned water—guess I'm too hot for flames I battled trains for tracks, so, on tracks, I'm trained C-Rayz Walz with everything to gain Station, station. Man, my command creation Satan's plantation burns annihilation Germ elimination. Peace to my nation Procrastination for his mind disintegration Sin was the first sensation. Temptation Leader of my generation the revelation Self-determination led to my elation With patience, constant elevation Facing, spacing, disrespect [herbs to?] hospitalization Pupil dilation, plus no visitation You're tired of living—add d**h, the permanent vacation Takes you to a ill destination No compensation. You wait centuries for reincarnation, life rejuvenation Station, station. Man, my command creation To the essence with no continuation Deep isolation, the power of imagination Relaxation, thought cultivation I exist on a high vibration What goes around comes back around--circulation Strive for perfection, lion connection Graze in the pasture. Syllable slasher Metaphor amba**ador Cultivate captors, splash her Honolulu blue Grip on my bag of six, and that's peace to you A Rumble in the Bronx without Jackie Chan After the battle, MCs like, “I love you, man” [Hook: Gino Green] (x4) [?] Alliance Peep the science From the mint to the blue Hawaiian