Chester Watson, Breeze Pachino - Mammoth lyrics

Fucking mammoth, the crew is steady jamming
Repping agnostic buddhist
Chucking claiming Janice
Prancing all over beats just like your
Boy was still a dancer
Sipping poison is the answer
Gorgeous oysters in the sea
We get em faded like we faded
Then they open for the team
Comme always whip the caddie
Never chauffeur to the beach or for a beach
My niggas get it like we
Hoarders of the cheese
And the rats are in the pack
These in the coys that's in the streams
We them bonzai cats kill 'em on sight
Team full of bronze eyes trapped
In a small light
Looking like a Prong-sized frat
Cause we all fly get it how you live it but
You living like some small fry
Different color bitches and they wish
I fuck em all night
Knowing I ain't with it
I just hit it then I call Mike
I'm a black magician, ask
It's a small prize
From the figment, im'ma bridge it
It's as vivid as the archives
Way the flow is switching
Leave em cross-eyed
I'm back to back with all my issues
Either cackling or in dispute
Where the action? Shooting missles
At my past, hope it blows up
Making beats
Always know it's gas when we rolling
Chief and pass that's the notion
Hitting ass near the ocean like
Niggas ain't know we mega
Class and we Kosher
Write, blast, it get doper
Rip wax with the vultures
Chilling like some villains and
We practice the culture
And no jewelry, that's no exaggeration
See I barely be sporting the
Ring I copped from graduation
But that's just me being prophetic again
With the mind too philosophical
Scoff and lecture at women
Apostle of the riddles
He's a living sarcophagus
Veteran of the opposite, within leather
Swing hockey sticks
Sketching a better picture of yester
And probably frolic with
Hannah Montana cause she's as hot
As a leaky sauna vent

It's a mystery, gold chain, watch
Live in misery
Zombies of the night, 10 K, that was history
Leaves these critics slippery
This chivalry a victory
Writing fighting history, my enemies
They into me cause he hotter than the sun
Guess my heart was born cold
So it's nothing that out done
If this kid'll get killed
Bitch who living by the gun?
She just rather buy pills and
Maybe have a little fun
Dark, corrupted little mind
Catch me in my prime
Like I'm Kobe throwing rolling dimes
Hit up on the keys
Spitting rhyme, committing crime
She ain't thinking wine and dine
Cause all the time we 69 but it's fine
I guess you talking my language
Nu Age Syndicate, worldwide we dangerous
? got that heat
The sprayer really got no patience
Leave you nameless
Not a word, talking stalking like we famous
But I'm with it if you with it
Whipping, flipping in the kitchen
From Colombia so I get it
Man this life is so addicting
Choosing shooting with no pity
Always gotta rep the city even
Though it's fucking filthy
Raised in the bay not really time to play
We just blow a pound of haze and
Write some scriptures for the way
She be drinking with no chaser
And I'm just trying to change my ways
My mind tripping, I'm slipping
It's like I'm living in debate