Rozz Dyliams - Just Ask lyrics
[Rozz Dyliams - Just Ask lyrics]
Day trippin’
Stay spittin’ great with the pen
But even greater when he plays with
It and makes it his friend
I never play pretend
The only thing I like about money
Other than the funny smell is
The way that it spends
Never equal to or lesser only greater than
The sharpest thing since the invention
Of the razor’s edge
And I usually take an 8 to
Bed but on the universal
Rate of what’s considered 8 you’d
Probably rate a 10 rewind and play again
The rhyming is trippy
I’ll probably rap till I’m 80
But die when I’m 60
Come back and appear in the mirror like "Hi
Did you miss me?"
Sorry how I got excessively high
When I was 50
Started drinking 40’s again when I was 40
And Inherited an accordion and
Started recording it insubordinate
Smack the Earth out of orbit
I can say anything I want and
Never get bored with it
Lord willing more killing
Gore spilling poor villain
Only labels himself as such till
He gets more millions more skrillian
The brown bag
No face hand puppet slipping over and
Use it to grab duckets
Grab as many as you need, bad trouble
Mastering faster then grasshoppers try
To snatch pebbles focused, Channel it
When I’m channeling
Fuck clumps of shag carpet and wood paneling
Suave movements to gain attention
Flowing out the jar like the receptacle
That your brain is kept in
Phony ass rappers don’t understand that
A mic in your hand
Isn’t shit if marketing skills aren’t
In the other hand
In my case, I’m great so I’m irate
Therefore, packing a needle for
Any balloon mind state
Rhyme great with divine pace
The only thing that I can guarantee
Is dopeness cause life ain’t
Yeah ya know new shit for 2011
I’m just gonna give you something to work
With until the next one drops
Diver Mask bitchh
Stay spittin’ great with the pen
But even greater when he plays with
It and makes it his friend
I never play pretend
The only thing I like about money
Other than the funny smell is
The way that it spends
Never equal to or lesser only greater than
The sharpest thing since the invention
Of the razor’s edge
And I usually take an 8 to
Bed but on the universal
Rate of what’s considered 8 you’d
Probably rate a 10 rewind and play again
The rhyming is trippy
I’ll probably rap till I’m 80
But die when I’m 60
Come back and appear in the mirror like "Hi
Did you miss me?"
Sorry how I got excessively high
When I was 50
Started drinking 40’s again when I was 40
And Inherited an accordion and
Started recording it insubordinate
Smack the Earth out of orbit
I can say anything I want and
Never get bored with it
Lord willing more killing
Gore spilling poor villain
Only labels himself as such till
He gets more millions more skrillian
The brown bag
No face hand puppet slipping over and
Use it to grab duckets
Grab as many as you need, bad trouble
Mastering faster then grasshoppers try
To snatch pebbles focused, Channel it
When I’m channeling
Fuck clumps of shag carpet and wood paneling
Suave movements to gain attention
Flowing out the jar like the receptacle
That your brain is kept in
Phony ass rappers don’t understand that
A mic in your hand
Isn’t shit if marketing skills aren’t
In the other hand
In my case, I’m great so I’m irate
Therefore, packing a needle for
Any balloon mind state
Rhyme great with divine pace
The only thing that I can guarantee
Is dopeness cause life ain’t
Yeah ya know new shit for 2011
I’m just gonna give you something to work
With until the next one drops
Diver Mask bitchh