Soul Khan - Hugo lyrics
[Soul Khan - Hugo lyrics]
Ladies and gentlemen
I am great as I’ve ever been
I ain't playing it tentative
You must be high as my rent if
You think that I ain't the
Messenger from the ivory entrances
Sent as divine intervention
Psych, it's Satan, His Eminence
Word to the wise if you were wise
You would lurk inside of a panic room
Tight as a granite tomb
Your attitude’s too lateral
And I’ve got a bad case
Of the Bruce Banner blues
And some Zoolander moves
They say I’m hot as Hansel
My darling's not a damsel
She’s stronger than an anvil
That wrought a sword that brought a
Boy named Arthur to his castle
Yeah, my body's thin
So's the straw that killed the camel
Smart enough to handle
Jon Stewart with the banter
But with this ring
I feel like John Stewart with the lantern
If he conjured a ladder
Up to parkour to Saturn
I'm taking every pog you got with my slammer
Back on the block
Where my dog does his business
He shows me love, so I toss him the biscuit
Y'all got it twisted i mean my actual dog
Yo, this track’s for my dog that's Hugo
Back on the block
Where my dog does his business
And his mama got the raw in the kitchen
Y'all got it twisted i mean my actual dog
Yo, this track’s for my dog that's Hugo
I earn less for these flows than I deserve
‘Cause, I'm earnest like "know what I mean
Vern" but when me and Element combine
You gon’ throw up your Eberts
We take this shit here back like AOL keywords
Got no part learning my role
I'm Bogart burning a stoge
You're Joel, Tom Servo and Crow
I’m so R murrow to these Joe Scarboroughs
All I see around me are goats, gods, sherpas
And snow a hipster writer try to put me in a
Box that I don't fit inside of?
Needs to get his timex checked
Before I sing a lil’ and
His lady's thighs get wet
‘Cause she can tell I eat
It with a dinette set i'm like the last mink
Alive rocking human skin
With a crucifix made out of a used syringe
So while you sell your soul
I write an Elder Scroll on a skooma binge
Now say I ain't the truth again
Back on the block
Where my dog does his business
He shows me love, so I toss him the biscuit
Y'all got it twisted i mean my actual dog
Yo, this track’s for my dog that's Hugo
Back on the block
Where my dog does his business
And his mama got the raw in the kitchen
Y'all got it twisted i mean my actual dog
Yo, this track’s for my dog that's Hugo
I am great as I’ve ever been
I ain't playing it tentative
You must be high as my rent if
You think that I ain't the
Messenger from the ivory entrances
Sent as divine intervention
Psych, it's Satan, His Eminence
Word to the wise if you were wise
You would lurk inside of a panic room
Tight as a granite tomb
Your attitude’s too lateral
And I’ve got a bad case
Of the Bruce Banner blues
And some Zoolander moves
They say I’m hot as Hansel
My darling's not a damsel
She’s stronger than an anvil
That wrought a sword that brought a
Boy named Arthur to his castle
Yeah, my body's thin
So's the straw that killed the camel
Smart enough to handle
Jon Stewart with the banter
But with this ring
I feel like John Stewart with the lantern
If he conjured a ladder
Up to parkour to Saturn
I'm taking every pog you got with my slammer
Back on the block
Where my dog does his business
He shows me love, so I toss him the biscuit
Y'all got it twisted i mean my actual dog
Yo, this track’s for my dog that's Hugo
Back on the block
Where my dog does his business
And his mama got the raw in the kitchen
Y'all got it twisted i mean my actual dog
Yo, this track’s for my dog that's Hugo
I earn less for these flows than I deserve
‘Cause, I'm earnest like "know what I mean
Vern" but when me and Element combine
You gon’ throw up your Eberts
We take this shit here back like AOL keywords
Got no part learning my role
I'm Bogart burning a stoge
You're Joel, Tom Servo and Crow
I’m so R murrow to these Joe Scarboroughs
All I see around me are goats, gods, sherpas
And snow a hipster writer try to put me in a
Box that I don't fit inside of?
Needs to get his timex checked
Before I sing a lil’ and
His lady's thighs get wet
‘Cause she can tell I eat
It with a dinette set i'm like the last mink
Alive rocking human skin
With a crucifix made out of a used syringe
So while you sell your soul
I write an Elder Scroll on a skooma binge
Now say I ain't the truth again
Back on the block
Where my dog does his business
He shows me love, so I toss him the biscuit
Y'all got it twisted i mean my actual dog
Yo, this track’s for my dog that's Hugo
Back on the block
Where my dog does his business
And his mama got the raw in the kitchen
Y'all got it twisted i mean my actual dog
Yo, this track’s for my dog that's Hugo