Danny Brown - Pac Blood lyrics
Danny Brown [Daniel Dewan Sewell] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Danny Brown - Pac Blood lyrics]
The Shakespeare of sixteens
Dipping my ink pen made a sculpture of me
But my dick was too thin
Paint pictures of me
But they never get my chin
One writing scriptures
Bringing tears to the princess
Every time I indent, you can see the intent
Leave your mind bent
Hanging onto every sentence
Have no apprentice, style uninherited
Laughing at you peasants 'cause
My penmanship is excellence
Whenever in the presence, eyes get wide
I'm the town hero 'cause my
Words give 'em pride
And what they feel inside
I say the perfect words for
Some say I'm a prophet with the
Visions I get cursed for
Leave 'em all astonished, ride with the verbs
Make a grown man cry with
Strength of the words
Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Flow can make Gandhi grab the burner
Wanna shoot shit
Rhymes that'll make the Pope wanna
Get his dick sucked
Have Virgin Mary doing lines in the pickup
Make Sarah Palin deepthroat 'til she hiccup
Have TD jakes 'round this
Bitch doing stick-ups rhymes so real
Thought I wrote it in Pac blood
Told me in my dreams that
These niggas is not thugs
Check
What's in the portfolio? Sicker than polio
Shit so personal, my mom can't listen to
But oh-so-original, nigga's extra crispy
Bars so Bukowski, Soda Popinski
Little Macs could never be number one
Your time's done
Bomb filling smelling like napalm
Your day's gone
Langston Hughes with a blew fuse
And a screw loose
Maya Angelou, abused child with a notebook
Spitting like Kipling with a tooth missing
Tongue bring torture to men, women
And children
The memoir's sacred, hid in the basement
Await my next piece at a formal engagement
Crowds walk for miles just to hear that sound
Starting to get more power than
The ones that wear crowns
Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Flow can make Gandhi grab the burner
Wanna shoot shit
Rhymes that'll make the Pope wanna
Get his dick sucked
Have the Virgin Mary doing
Lines in the pickup
Make Sarah Palin deepthroat 'til she hiccup
Have TD jakes 'round this
Bitch doing stick-ups rhymes so real
Thought I wrote it in Pac blood
Told me in my dreams that
These niggas is not thugs
Dipping my ink pen made a sculpture of me
But my dick was too thin
Paint pictures of me
But they never get my chin
One writing scriptures
Bringing tears to the princess
Every time I indent, you can see the intent
Leave your mind bent
Hanging onto every sentence
Have no apprentice, style uninherited
Laughing at you peasants 'cause
My penmanship is excellence
Whenever in the presence, eyes get wide
I'm the town hero 'cause my
Words give 'em pride
And what they feel inside
I say the perfect words for
Some say I'm a prophet with the
Visions I get cursed for
Leave 'em all astonished, ride with the verbs
Make a grown man cry with
Strength of the words
Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Flow can make Gandhi grab the burner
Wanna shoot shit
Rhymes that'll make the Pope wanna
Get his dick sucked
Have Virgin Mary doing lines in the pickup
Make Sarah Palin deepthroat 'til she hiccup
Have TD jakes 'round this
Bitch doing stick-ups rhymes so real
Thought I wrote it in Pac blood
Told me in my dreams that
These niggas is not thugs
Check
What's in the portfolio? Sicker than polio
Shit so personal, my mom can't listen to
But oh-so-original, nigga's extra crispy
Bars so Bukowski, Soda Popinski
Little Macs could never be number one
Your time's done
Bomb filling smelling like napalm
Your day's gone
Langston Hughes with a blew fuse
And a screw loose
Maya Angelou, abused child with a notebook
Spitting like Kipling with a tooth missing
Tongue bring torture to men, women
And children
The memoir's sacred, hid in the basement
Await my next piece at a formal engagement
Crowds walk for miles just to hear that sound
Starting to get more power than
The ones that wear crowns
Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Flow can make Gandhi grab the burner
Wanna shoot shit
Rhymes that'll make the Pope wanna
Get his dick sucked
Have the Virgin Mary doing
Lines in the pickup
Make Sarah Palin deepthroat 'til she hiccup
Have TD jakes 'round this
Bitch doing stick-ups rhymes so real
Thought I wrote it in Pac blood
Told me in my dreams that
These niggas is not thugs