Heems ft. Danny Brown, Mr. Muthafuckin Exquire - You Have to Ride the Wave | Текст песни

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• Heems ft. Danny Brown, Mr. Muthafuckin Exquire
• You Have to Ride the Wave

[Intro: Arundhati Roy]

"..and we grew up outside the realm of all protections that society chose to offer it's members
And so at a very young age one was aware of the fact that you were not going to be given those protections
And you...you had to constantly try to understand what was going on and how to survive in this space
Uh...and how not to...to go under. You're on your own, and then, politics is in your life
You have to ride the wave."

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]

Loose bogies with parolees that got locked up when Kobe had an afro
Look bitch, it's Daniel
Eat it like a cantaloupe
Bitches treat the demon like a youth potion antidote
No bitch, we can't elope
But we can hit the slopes
Doing so much snow, like skiing with your eyes closed
Extraterestial, extra with groupies
Got 'em eating coochie in a downtown condo
Ya bitch look like Rondo, and mine Jane Fonda
Hit you with a hundred slaps nigga, E Honda
Niggas see me alwasy give me dap, but they don't wanta
Hoes always talk behind my back and be frontin'
Bitch, see I'm stuntin'
All your vintage clothes
Thrifting with your girlfriend, let her try my dick on
Nigga you a sitcomm, about to get cancled
Napping at the bull run, about to get trampled
First try to play me, make a man example
These ain't came out yet, they hit me with the sample
Rap Louis C. K
Bored with having three-ways, about to have a foursome
And all of them asian
Smoking on some haze got me looking just like 'em
Head in the hotel, watching Teen Titans
Zoned off that Vicodin
After we finished and they wanna try again?
#Style!

[Verse 2: Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire]

Ayo, this nigga ain't even send me my fucking beats, son...
Ayo, first of all...
Fuck Mike Finito for making this beat
He said he got me, but he never send no fuckin heat to me
So now you're dead to me, you're history
You see me, don't say shit to me
You bring your girlfriend to Das Racist's show she getting dick from me
They say I'm such a mystery
I'm ghetto yet articulate
Some how this guy from out the projects (?), but still find time to read
Dostoevsky, Howard Zinn, Donald Goines, Phillip K. Dick, and Dr. Seuss and use the moral as a muse
Obtuse, left angle
I'm mentally bent, mangled
A tangle in my brain
But that's sweedish for (?)
I mix it with pineapple
For twistin' that white rhino
We fixin' to stick niggas, cause this is an albino
Ridiculous shit
Niggas get chips from this shit
Some rotten chicken to insert enemas to my friends
Makin' my inner enemy into my insecurities
Into my inner inner intentions, how happy am I ya think?
...and life is a cigarette, death is an ash tray
Sound like one of them lines Lil Wayne'd say
My impersonation
My interpretation (HEEMS!)
I bring you Heems without further lyrication

[Verse 3: Heems]

Hindu Ralph Ellison, yo you can't see me
I'm in a silk robe at the bank copping CDs
With guap that I made by selling these CDs
And guap that I saved by having a great CV
Yo yo yo yo yo, that's a Curriculum Vitae
I could always say, "I did it my way."
Got Vagabond shoes, and they stray all day
The St. John's Way, to Bombay Project hallways
If there ever is a problem
Heems'll want to solve 'em
My partner then'll solve him
The jury'll absolve him
The sentence of a mobster
I can sense it, it's something like the Doppler
Radar
You're on my gay friend's gaydar
Something like a leper, you can't touch me
Never turn my brain off, it never get dusty
Your chicks is busted, my chicks is busty
Up late on Twitter, I talk to Salman Rushdie
Like it's just me and him
I got dirt on you, dog
You like She & Him(?)
Schemin' and
All the biddies say to me, "You're swell."

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