Jakprogresso - HATARI! lyrics

Yeah, I throw fuckin' nukes, postage on
It, say what you want
Lay down in tar, yo, yeah
Sippin' basil, dumpin' vials
Dumpin' vial shit
(shit, shit, shit) , yo, Trench
Work, Magic Man, yo, yeah, yo

Fuck reinvention, fuck a rename
Dark Energy chi V-gain I got weed strain
Long walls coded, we reclaim
The clip fully loaded, like T-Pain
Machine pen pump pistons into recleflections?
Blood clots and ink
Replace plasma and nectar
Peep the conjecture, my pen the engineer
I'm the professor, metal tables for lectures
(yeah) nukes got salt, citiеs peppered
Trip sittеr
Chemical chester art's a stresser
The trap creepy it's 7: 30 I'm in it
I don't pinch no birdies or pigeons
Murky and twisted
Sturdy I'm witit, I mail over
I spilled over Chum Bucket and dirty syringes
I guess I'm not normal
(nah) , nor false, weird
I be pissin' on art like Warhol
If you can't rap like this it's your fault
(It's your fault)
Duro big martyrs comin' out the Waldorf
The rap hole horned off
My hustle art a human form like
I'm pimpin' whores off in storeboard
My eyes is two burned charred boys
All these Boy George soocers sippin' more soy
My cult white tee's and Nike's
Hyphy like Keak da Sneak
You write your one structure sixteen a week
(Ha ha ha)
Anything haphazard and raw just leave to me
I was young puffin' PCP and CCD
Passin' the pipe, you better keep it peace
Anorexic chains snatches plot and
You schemin' weak
These kids is artsy, I'm droppin' liquid
Seein' 8-bit flicks in Atari, dutches barley
(yeah) in a hutch, bumpin' Cardi
Elephant huntin'
But white rhino guns in Hatari!
I'm sendin' bombs in fake parcels
Snortin' K all day to face marble
I punch memorials in half and break carpals
Part wigs
Hey Arnold! (yeah) , you rape the purposes
Lit out the burning orphanage
Out on the saltwater dock
Shoppin' for orphan skins
Dead-ass coffin tip
Red city night I boil hippos and
Sip the broth of it
Freak Power fist mantis flag, over it
Lotus kick, old troll in bridge, ogrish
I'm on shrooms on some protozoic shit
I threw my typewriter through the
Window of a motor-in blood visceral
The biggest groupie for me a sex ritual
(Ritual, ritual, ritual)