Tom Solar - Gore Tex (OG Version) lyrics

[Verse 1] k** or be k**a bee bait Unload lead on an enemy state Tryna be good then you better be great Pedigree ready to get you to hate Gore Tex in the moonlight Gotta warm necks for the goon fight More s** on if the mood right And f** race, I'm with an ebony mate Little bit of wack, little bit of this, little bit of that Little bit of every single thing, I don't pay no mind, I sling the crack Sing it back, uh, tell me how my flow ride Send it back up, bump it on the po-up line Corrupt administration, syrup slurping decrepit nation Investigation without explanation, x'd out faces, forget thou patients Bathe in inflation, get that gold, make elevation, hit that mold Knock a motherf**er out if he don't smoke the woes Bars keeping us all but free, pick your method of alchemy We all could be tall degree receivers, palm readers for armories and Pharmacies are the Garden of Eden, farmer's arteries hard to see even Common reason be not believing in the hardest reasoning Pop the beaver then [Pre-Chorus] Grip polyester when you step up out the crib Gotti on the Gouda, ain't no sooner way to live Fake diamond on the titty, still shine pretty Let the yak pour for the cold a** city [Chorus: Sample + Humming] [Bridge x2] Sip, dip, f**, bounce, baby eighty ounce Do you what you can to get around, low [Verse 2] Aces in the hole, got Asic on the sole Ba** is fragrant, secret frequency secretes to freak your soul Them cases no concern, we don't blurt out what we earn Dame is breaking bread with Jay in better days, make a lane Eating the meaning of life away, it's a tourniquet via Percocet Fiending for more of the alien rocks, back to earth in the circus net Greetings human species, clean your feces or we intervent Heating sh** in ten, five, now one, you gonna need a vent Icicle centipede better be fighting together to weather the storming of solar wind Javelin aggling shadow a doubt on the battle dismantle the banner of hoedom Kick this sh**, lick on my rhymes, mining a diamond and never a dime Go in a booth, chip a tooth, it's a war whenever I open a poem Quit with the copying I be a snob, right? Bobby and Bobby and Rob? Sell me the fact you an individual Ten mil this be the moment you flop You can't usurp no vet without no rep for owning your rap Maybe you meant for the xylophone You know, doo-doo-doo, bam bim and zap [Pre-Chorus] Grip polyester when you step up out the crib Gotti on the Gouda, ain't no sooner way to live Fake diamond on the titty, still shine pretty Let the yak pour for the cold a** city [Chorus: Sample + Humming] [Bridge x4] Sip, dip, f**, bounce, baby eighty ounce Do you what you can to get around, low