Homeboy Sandman - 72 Bars for Chosenberg lyrics
[Homeboy Sandman - 72 Bars for Chosenberg lyrics]
Bumping Von Pea in a RIP Sean Bell shirt
Been lived off of sardines and orange seltzer
It was all self serve
This is for the wealthy and those on welfare
This is for the healthy
And them needing healthcare
Ya'll help's here
Cats be telling tales, signs is all telltale
Cats ain't dropping science
Minors are selling tail
I represent a limited fraction
People who ain't emceeing just to get
A piece of the action
We was writing numbers in
Defense of the faction
While cats was busy tryna get girls
To put they numbers on napkins
Cases wasn't as easy to crack then
Now everybody's selling crack
PD be releasing the kraken
From listening to crap instead
Of listening to craftsmen
Shit'll get your whole clique
Just click clackin
Figure they gonna ball like the
Pac 10 - blue approach
They get ghost you could call em the Pacmen
Living so will get your
Soul colder than Aspen robbins and Baskin
People say I'm preachy so they
Call me the chaplain call me the reverend
When they see me in heaven they
Gon call me the Clapton
My life is like a movie
Where I'm doing the casting
And everything's captioned
Only law I follow is the law of attraction
5-0 listen yous only 5 that I
Listen to is the Jacksons
I don't gotta frown in a pic to be masculine
Where's the dark brown when
I'm flipping through Maxim?
I was going down when I
Was running around blasted
Now if I'm going down then
I'm going down blasting
Before I found my path had to
Deal with my past shit
Lost but now I'm found
Time to follow my passion
Cats turn crab like Sebastian
Ever since the boy got big
Quicker than Josh Baskin
Months back I was set for blowing a gasket
Six months later all this glory to bask in
What enhances forward advancement is
One head years ahead
Sorta like Demi and Ashton
Ain't seen this much soul
Since Simpson & Ashford
Any record that gets a asterisk
You asked for it
Guess I'm an insensitive bastard
For doing well when album sales is
Going to hell in a handbasket
And other rappers' riders asking
For an aspirin and antacid
This ain't the time to have
A seatbelt that's unfastened
It's hunting season
Time to season up something fattening
I'm done fasting
Finally cats at Sony listenin
The one catch is i'm Cassius
I'm about to put a tape out in dot dashes
I ain't gotta put a tape out with Kardashian
More the type of cat concerned
With the fall of fascists
Less the type of cat concerned
With the fall fashions
More the type of cat that's
Given to hold classes
Less the type of cat for
Giving out hall passes
More the cat to backlash for
Whips that lashed black backs
Than act whipped for bad
Chicks that bat lashes
Chillin in b-boy stances
I keep poised when cats deploy p noid glances
Now this side of the fence
Where the green grass
So cats gimme congrats muchos gracias
Label head tried employing the greed tactics
OD, as if it wasn't me rapping
My lawyer stepped up, causing the mean racket
Won the masters, gimme the green jacket
Young, black, and accurate
SAND is an acronym slamming Acumen
No Doubt couldn't count the amount of
Couches that fold out
That I've rolled out cause cats hold
Me down when it's cold out
When a cat ain't holding no amount
Cause they know I'm gonna announce
What's up with us
Sure enough and I'm showing up and
I'm always showing out owwwwww