Greydon Square, Blue Picaso - Ambush Situation lyrics
[Greydon Square, Blue Picaso - Ambush Situation lyrics]
I feel I was denied
Critical need-to-know information
You misunderstand, we like the stupid
They fight to rue this
Everyone else thinks we're
Making priceless music
I write what cupids describe
Proof in a times
Cruising the music with a humanist vibe
You smell me? I'll snatch the nostrils off
Your face and stare with crazy flare
For not bumping Blue Picaso or Greydon Square
Time is ill, every day runnin' rhymin' hills
Swiping the bodies on the side when
I have time to kill
Sign the bill if you're presidential if not
Your wackness gets multiplied exponential
If y'all play, then it's ball game all day
Parlaying bets often lost in the star gaze
It's our day in the sun, you throwing shade
Cause you hate the way our
Energy comes from solar rays
So scroll the page, show the stolen Pace car
Racin' through motorcades
Blowin' haze, coastin'
Well, we're sorry
And it just changed all of a sudden
We would have warned you but they
Knocked out the radio tower (What happened?)
Well, when the radios went out
I decided to return to the refinery
But in route
I find I'm in an ambush situation
And there's an artist
Once the greatest on the planet
To share his view and passion was a gift
He never planned it he's just a stand-in
A place where you can call your home
Landed on your feet
On the street with a microphone
The night was long
But the fight was sure to carry on
Everything he dreamed up
In spite of it he'd write a song
The light is gone
You'd hear it from a mile away
"We're going down" - only thing
You heard the pilot say
And so you jump ship, and ran into the IRA
But, you slipped and fell on some
Child down on aisle eight
The file date was written on the envelope
You know the wait is over
Sittin' on the synagogue
The antidote is comin' into focus
My pedal long, bending flower into crocus
These bogus rappers, they will get no notice
I'm drawing strength in muddy water
Perfect sleeping lotus
I smell a couple of thousand of these things
I dropped the first wave with semi-auto fire
But they just kept coming
Sheer luck, most of them were in front
So I just popped it into sixth
Wheel and ran 'em down
Sigh, the ones that got on
Board I handled with
A combination of small-arms-fire and
Hand-to hand technique
I am completely out of ammo
That's never happened to me before
Critical need-to-know information
You misunderstand, we like the stupid
They fight to rue this
Everyone else thinks we're
Making priceless music
I write what cupids describe
Proof in a times
Cruising the music with a humanist vibe
You smell me? I'll snatch the nostrils off
Your face and stare with crazy flare
For not bumping Blue Picaso or Greydon Square
Time is ill, every day runnin' rhymin' hills
Swiping the bodies on the side when
I have time to kill
Sign the bill if you're presidential if not
Your wackness gets multiplied exponential
If y'all play, then it's ball game all day
Parlaying bets often lost in the star gaze
It's our day in the sun, you throwing shade
Cause you hate the way our
Energy comes from solar rays
So scroll the page, show the stolen Pace car
Racin' through motorcades
Blowin' haze, coastin'
Well, we're sorry
And it just changed all of a sudden
We would have warned you but they
Knocked out the radio tower (What happened?)
Well, when the radios went out
I decided to return to the refinery
But in route
I find I'm in an ambush situation
And there's an artist
Once the greatest on the planet
To share his view and passion was a gift
He never planned it he's just a stand-in
A place where you can call your home
Landed on your feet
On the street with a microphone
The night was long
But the fight was sure to carry on
Everything he dreamed up
In spite of it he'd write a song
The light is gone
You'd hear it from a mile away
"We're going down" - only thing
You heard the pilot say
And so you jump ship, and ran into the IRA
But, you slipped and fell on some
Child down on aisle eight
The file date was written on the envelope
You know the wait is over
Sittin' on the synagogue
The antidote is comin' into focus
My pedal long, bending flower into crocus
These bogus rappers, they will get no notice
I'm drawing strength in muddy water
Perfect sleeping lotus
I smell a couple of thousand of these things
I dropped the first wave with semi-auto fire
But they just kept coming
Sheer luck, most of them were in front
So I just popped it into sixth
Wheel and ran 'em down
Sigh, the ones that got on
Board I handled with
A combination of small-arms-fire and
Hand-to hand technique
I am completely out of ammo
That's never happened to me before