billy woods - Minimalism lyrics
[billy woods - Minimalism lyrics]
I goddam done been having raps since
Way before the goddam tower collapsed
Inhaled enough dust to snap your
Synapse and I’ll still laugh
Consumed more than a cartoon
Can’t consume in the South
Religion lives on the side of a sand dune
I can carry the tune
Here you go now, carry this balloon
This has been a strange trip
Tired offering arms to people
You fired, if I had a penny
For every son I sired, I’d be mired
In debt looking wired on the web
See the future science set
I got a manic panic button on the
Jet in case I get stir crazy
Don’t tell me about shady
I was busy plugging the First Lady
I saw him giving me the eye maybe, maybe
What’s fortune
Things that others have so often
I feel so fortunate
Still walking with all limbs
Need to respect the little things
They become small gems
Straight no chaser, lyrical
Freebaser, speed racer, Amphetamines
Mirrors and razors, Pages hit me like tazers
Swinging light sabers
Hard labor, bread and water
Quote me on quarters
No tax I’m not your daughter
Got beef with cousin, catch concussion
Biscuit's bust it
Honey Jack sipping Robitussin, keep
The engine running, That’s dive city
I95 miss Billy, nigga pass me the nine-milli
What you smoking the illy hold your own
I’mma hold this bone like hold the phone
Secret experiments rappers want
The formula and hold it on my cornea
Known as the foreigner, faceless
Men in black, Illegal alien rap
Undocumented visa like sunny cheeba
Sativa breather mCs, Follow the leader
What’s fortune
Things that others have so often
I feel so fortunate
Still walking with all limbs
Need to respect the little things
They become small gems
Rolling on me, pot wholes fumble
That love bumble and the blow bubbles
But can’t fumble when you hold your brake
Get high when we burn yards
Get drunk bumping cars like
Woofers in your doors
Living raw, nothing but problems
We get into to wars
Across borders everybody swinging swords
We live G lords, never bow to the law
Live to G spit on you peons
We eons ahead of you negroes and sick flows
We represent four dollar heroes and negroes
Not only copping benzos
Fortunate as we got those hoopties
1-2-3 spitamatics
We represent straight havocs from
The young ones
That used to like having fun on the blocks
Living in all day, spin that rap dangerous
From the dangerous most dirtiest traps
You heard it the word that’ll
Come from the most
Young guns that’ll spit til you gone
Jade up, spit til the dawning, yo you niggas
Ain’t performing live over there
Niggas came to spare stones
Just throwing it at you
Straight up clap you, fools
What’s fortune
Things that others have so often
I feel so fortunate
Still walking with all limbs
Need to respect the little things
They become small gems
Way before the goddam tower collapsed
Inhaled enough dust to snap your
Synapse and I’ll still laugh
Consumed more than a cartoon
Can’t consume in the South
Religion lives on the side of a sand dune
I can carry the tune
Here you go now, carry this balloon
This has been a strange trip
Tired offering arms to people
You fired, if I had a penny
For every son I sired, I’d be mired
In debt looking wired on the web
See the future science set
I got a manic panic button on the
Jet in case I get stir crazy
Don’t tell me about shady
I was busy plugging the First Lady
I saw him giving me the eye maybe, maybe
What’s fortune
Things that others have so often
I feel so fortunate
Still walking with all limbs
Need to respect the little things
They become small gems
Straight no chaser, lyrical
Freebaser, speed racer, Amphetamines
Mirrors and razors, Pages hit me like tazers
Swinging light sabers
Hard labor, bread and water
Quote me on quarters
No tax I’m not your daughter
Got beef with cousin, catch concussion
Biscuit's bust it
Honey Jack sipping Robitussin, keep
The engine running, That’s dive city
I95 miss Billy, nigga pass me the nine-milli
What you smoking the illy hold your own
I’mma hold this bone like hold the phone
Secret experiments rappers want
The formula and hold it on my cornea
Known as the foreigner, faceless
Men in black, Illegal alien rap
Undocumented visa like sunny cheeba
Sativa breather mCs, Follow the leader
What’s fortune
Things that others have so often
I feel so fortunate
Still walking with all limbs
Need to respect the little things
They become small gems
Rolling on me, pot wholes fumble
That love bumble and the blow bubbles
But can’t fumble when you hold your brake
Get high when we burn yards
Get drunk bumping cars like
Woofers in your doors
Living raw, nothing but problems
We get into to wars
Across borders everybody swinging swords
We live G lords, never bow to the law
Live to G spit on you peons
We eons ahead of you negroes and sick flows
We represent four dollar heroes and negroes
Not only copping benzos
Fortunate as we got those hoopties
1-2-3 spitamatics
We represent straight havocs from
The young ones
That used to like having fun on the blocks
Living in all day, spin that rap dangerous
From the dangerous most dirtiest traps
You heard it the word that’ll
Come from the most
Young guns that’ll spit til you gone
Jade up, spit til the dawning, yo you niggas
Ain’t performing live over there
Niggas came to spare stones
Just throwing it at you
Straight up clap you, fools
What’s fortune
Things that others have so often
I feel so fortunate
Still walking with all limbs
Need to respect the little things
They become small gems