Kool Keith, Jacky Jasper, Fathed - Mental Side Effects lyrics
[Kool Keith, Jacky Jasper, Fathed - Mental Side Effects lyrics]
Yeah, Kool Keith, with special guests
We comin through
My mental pressure for lesser
Lookin over the wall
Starin at the dresser it's open
And dope and you hopin
Up down and broken on crack
Tokin to smokin my songs battle the pain
Contain and claim and train and aim
The same trade
Upgrade relayed contacts metaphor
Complex, kind of sore
For sure, for tour, for many but more
My shirt velour
Explore top chicks, white chicks
Black chicks you move skip flip switch first
It's grab your purses
Rehearse this, reimbursement
Top lyrical president
Swap evidence, testaments in memory of
The man above
Style precise, ladies in love, relax in tub
Me not care about devil thrills
We wield clever quills
Pop a wheelie spin out peelin rubber wheels
We on hidden planets, with a cosmic vision
While you at the crick in
The woods eatin chicken
Spockavelli, you country like pumpkin toss
You with mics like hot wings
With no dunkin sauce
Fakin moves, you bluffin eyebrow pluckin
Call me Tex-Mex shuckin diesel truckin
Y'all need money, y'all need inspiration
Got that milk breath with a hesitation
Oval Office, nature of the beast
Cold profit's, reachin towards the East
We so effervescent, get yo' panties stretchin
Got your kid in the alley, teach him a lesson
He's confessin we know what you after
I'm thinkin movin faster than puppet master
I'm pickin up money, rollin with homies
Leavin them lonely, only few
I'm stickin two chicks, new kicks shit
Sometimes they call me, wishin they knew me
Nuttin can move me, groovy
Cynical, political, radical, and actual
I'm doin it tellin me, often-ly
It's surprising me, they paying me
Coming to slang, tryin to hang
I'm sittin on thangs, that's real big
You don't know, you don't show no cash flow
The chicks know
Riffin and steppin no weapon and dead 'em
You send 'em I kill 'em you reckon
The money we make, the hookers we take
Your pockets we shake for cake, uhh
Homey I promise, chicks ain't honest
Tarnished chicks ain't modest
Repeating in background:
"What's cooler than cool?" "ICE COLD!"
Benjamin, Kenneth did a good job
With the Germans behind you
In your mind you think you're incredible
But Benny, I wore the Black Elvis wig
Now you wear it
I took off the wig, you just puttin it on
I got bored and left LA
I'm very impressed Benjamin
You just movin into LA are you a stalker?
Or do you wanna put down that pride you hide
And do a track together?
You let me know Benjamin
We comin through
My mental pressure for lesser
Lookin over the wall
Starin at the dresser it's open
And dope and you hopin
Up down and broken on crack
Tokin to smokin my songs battle the pain
Contain and claim and train and aim
The same trade
Upgrade relayed contacts metaphor
Complex, kind of sore
For sure, for tour, for many but more
My shirt velour
Explore top chicks, white chicks
Black chicks you move skip flip switch first
It's grab your purses
Rehearse this, reimbursement
Top lyrical president
Swap evidence, testaments in memory of
The man above
Style precise, ladies in love, relax in tub
Me not care about devil thrills
We wield clever quills
Pop a wheelie spin out peelin rubber wheels
We on hidden planets, with a cosmic vision
While you at the crick in
The woods eatin chicken
Spockavelli, you country like pumpkin toss
You with mics like hot wings
With no dunkin sauce
Fakin moves, you bluffin eyebrow pluckin
Call me Tex-Mex shuckin diesel truckin
Y'all need money, y'all need inspiration
Got that milk breath with a hesitation
Oval Office, nature of the beast
Cold profit's, reachin towards the East
We so effervescent, get yo' panties stretchin
Got your kid in the alley, teach him a lesson
He's confessin we know what you after
I'm thinkin movin faster than puppet master
I'm pickin up money, rollin with homies
Leavin them lonely, only few
I'm stickin two chicks, new kicks shit
Sometimes they call me, wishin they knew me
Nuttin can move me, groovy
Cynical, political, radical, and actual
I'm doin it tellin me, often-ly
It's surprising me, they paying me
Coming to slang, tryin to hang
I'm sittin on thangs, that's real big
You don't know, you don't show no cash flow
The chicks know
Riffin and steppin no weapon and dead 'em
You send 'em I kill 'em you reckon
The money we make, the hookers we take
Your pockets we shake for cake, uhh
Homey I promise, chicks ain't honest
Tarnished chicks ain't modest
Repeating in background:
"What's cooler than cool?" "ICE COLD!"
Benjamin, Kenneth did a good job
With the Germans behind you
In your mind you think you're incredible
But Benny, I wore the Black Elvis wig
Now you wear it
I took off the wig, you just puttin it on
I got bored and left LA
I'm very impressed Benjamin
You just movin into LA are you a stalker?
Or do you wanna put down that pride you hide
And do a track together?
You let me know Benjamin