Nino Bless, Jarren Benton - #AudioTrip lyrics

The government lies and the hood stay blind
Every south-side in a city is a ghetto
And a dollar's only printed into debt so from
The womb you already owe the devil
Wait thats too complicated? Okay
Eenie-meenie-miney-mo
Teenie-weenie minds think they're fresh cause
They are buying clothes
Polo, oh shit! I ain't mean to go
There like when Romo throws a pick
I go solo, like jackin' some homeless folks
I am so in a coma, ebola sick
No, your cancer cells love Coca-Cola soda
Hold up
Man shut the fuck up with this bullshit
(Sorry, try again) versace, Versace
Before I couldn't sneak in the
Cracks were too tiny
But since I've been rhyming so godly they
Done dilated like an iris on Miley
Cyrus on Mollys


I just embody, Tyson's prime with a karate
Black belt these raps is felt and hit
Ya chest like having
Some sake with fish & wassabi at a hibachi
I am captain insomniac, fact, never sleep no
So, it's by default, Nino's
Alarm's on beastmode, co-co-copy
(whoa) and in the name of Heaven
I am chasing this wealth
I could escape from the gates of Hell
But can not escape from myself
Christ was a carpenter
Nino is a harbinger of the evolved
Got your attention like a
Swastika stickered yamaka
By the bar at a bar mitzvha
Fuck ya'll I'm iller
Raw beats through my yamahas
Stoke this hard spitter, got me all lit up
And this flame got some in awe and probably
Made Dilla turn to God, like THATS Godzilla
Dog i am still all that and a bag of
The baddest piff mixed with acid hit's
Got a bitch so bad she ain't
Never been on Santa's list
She's only not sucking dick when
I have to piss (I wish)
My wifey won't ever be fond of that rhyme
Thats just a line unless we break up mañana
Then maybe that line was a sign
(Fuck you Nino) Just said that so I
Can do a song with her
2 bisexual girls as roomies
That's word to the ghost of John Ritter
Check the thermometer, somebody temperature's
High blame Jarren, i'm hammin
I'm bout to go into
His grandma's basement take
That gun from her lap and start blammin'
(Blat blat blat blat)

I'm throwin' Ds on that Delorean
This weed that I'm chiefing
On came from Oregon
I need it man so I hop inside the El Camino
Then I crash that bitch inside
The fucking drug emporium
Fuck you and your metropolis
I'll put the gun in your esophagus
Y'all lames ain't real
These fuck niggas fake acting like they
Move rocks like a fucking archaeologist
Nigga please, I'm a disease, go get a priest
Ain't a fucking human being baby I'm a beast
I'm bout to put a hole in your capris
I told you hoes I'm
Cheap I'll take a bitch out for
A milk shake like Kelis, capicse?
I'm laying on the beach with a bitch
She 'bout to suck the dick til I'm sleep
I wake up, hit the pussy to some Keith Sweat
I'll introduce you rappers to
Your maker like hello, have you met yet?
I wake with the TEC by the headrest
I'll punch a nigga then I take his necklace
Hoes say that Jarren you a dog
When they throw
The pussy at me they be like nigga catch
Fetch
Bitch bring it back like the Fresh Fest
I'll put you on the top of that guest list
Mr benton coming for you rappers when I catch
You motherfuckers I'm-a leave a
Nigga head less god throwing ice to nicest
On this mic devices
I'm high trying to fight these vices
Head in the vice grip
I'll leave you lifeless
I ain't got it all someone
Off my light switch
I eat a rapper's brain and
Wash it down with Pellegrino
In the Philippines smoking
Dope with Filipinos
I do a drive-by in an old Grand Tarino
Throw a hand grenade out the
Window with my nigga Nino