Scallops hotel - Gnosis, Black nationalism, rice lyrics

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Scallops hotel - Gnosis, Black nationalism, rice lyrics

[Intro] I wanna talk some sh** I'm so old, I'm so old I remember, I can recall (you know?) I'm so old I remember Memories colliding now, I remember I can recall [Verse 1: Scallops Hotel] I remember three-years-old 86th and Ada, in Ruby's kitchen Now I drop gems, my rubies glisten I remember at least seven rap names ago When my only light was indigo, that's a frail rainbow Then Cavalcade turned me red like a stained bowl Post-binge of Flamin' Hot Cheetos That's a rainy day, that's a rainy day The poor man is ample with his needs I recline under the Sword of Damocles I would love to die doing this I doubt you heard it from the druid's lips Sink or swim, you could drown from these fluid quips And I remember when he did Got a Squirtle to commemorate Don't come around talkin' 'bout your sk**s You should demonstrate Don't come around talkin' 'bout you hunt Where's the dinner plate? Don't come around talkin' 'bout you on You been late My god, you been late [Verse 2: Scallops Hotel] You ain't put me on with that Hegel talk I'm posted on Craggled Rock with A Flock of Seagulls My flock is regal, your Glock is see-through You thought the X-Jet was innovative— Remember that? I'm a clumsy thinker, a mumbling in-betweener I'm gambling on the zenith Don't act surprised when they doubt you Wrote the verse high at Western Union in my house shoes I'm not a dummy Convert the Blacks and Blues like Bobbi Humphrey Nah-nah, I doubt you really seen 'em Understand anxiety is the dizziness of freedom Understand your own soul as an arboretum Understand I would trade my entire fanbase For one more handshake from Rob VMware server redirects hate mail from God And I'm lounging, black And I'm lounging, black And I'm lounging, black [Outro] You feel me, bruh? Yeah, yeah, yes feel me, bruh You feel me, bruh? You feel me, bruh? I say, you feel me, bruh? I say, you feel me, bruh? Cause it's filthy, bruh Cause it's filthy, bruh You feel me, bruh? Do you feel me, bruh? Is it filthy, bruh? Can you feel me, bruh? And I ask again, and I ask again