Plasthic Slash & Ace The Supreme - Morning After Sunset lyrics

{Verse 1: Plasthic Slash} Flip like magun, with a style chics might gbadun Stuck with Jessica Madu, I need Erykah Badu Confabulatory pourparlers and soirees Livefeed, roundtable of five G's, no Huawei Who are they? Contemporary retiarii Middle Age literature, some penned shall be bestiary Impressions, possibly permanent first time Weak ass rhymes, positive Trendelenburg sign Hidden by tinted windows, few stand sentinel Masquerading in long whips, new yam festival Too damn merciful, coke galore, see I brokе tha law My queen, sanguine locavore till I poked hеr raw Overlord, murderer of Roger Ackroyd Reprehensible dacoit, Black boy that lack joy Real cursory glances, illusory chances Aphorisms? Malapropisms? I’m used to the antics {Bridge: Plasthic Slash} Yo! Why do they call it the blue hour when it lasts twenty to thirty minutes max? The blue minutes maybe, or the blue half-hour Man! Why? Ah, fu*k it! {Verse 2: Plasthic Slash} Fresh to death like a new posthumous album In pursuit of love, peace and the most humorous outcome The musical youth sniff this like thurible soot Break your balls with expertise, leave the crucible spooked My one four seven, one eight seven to competitors Bodies get chalked like medicine men with some editors I dreamt MTV Cribs found my basinet Snitches croon as we wait for angels to sound tha clarinet Rat singer for judge? Francis instead of Benedict Pastors feasting off the bible like Emperor Menelik Their game is tithe, their aim is fright for brainless types The blood of Jesus all over them stainless mics On rainless nights, I lay on the terrace and stare at the aether While some twenty oh one hip hop tracks blare out the speaker Toss a mantle over my core principles and take up the dirt Building from the foundation that makes up the face of the earth