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letra de ramekins - alex parker

[hook x2]
spark the blunts up
ash ’em in the ramekins
spark the blunts up
ash ’em in the ramekins
i am chilling heavily
kicking it with my mans and them
get dances from snowbunnies gyrating upon my lap
pop a molly and then black out again

[verse 1]
parker posts up
that n-gga alex back again
mysterio returneth with the gas again
and masked men
delusion the f-ck outta them
and casket them
some rasp, a hint
i’m past the point of giving f-cks
n-gga give ’em back
n-ggas, ugh, sicken me
no, i am not finished
sit the f-ck down, listen to me
are you listening?
my pop filter be glistening
rack ’em willie
i hit ’em with holy spirit delivery
feel it?
they dome fruity?
i’ll peel it
if i so find it appealing
shillings for slivers of your thoughts and your feelings?
smoke acc-mulating up around the top of the ceiling?
see the f-cked up-ness i’m concealing?
we in the cut kickin it tough
so much our minds are congealing
we’ll leave a weaker mind reeling
follow the flow, step on the mines that i’m leaving
my rhymes tight when i weave ’em
and they got that bite ’cause i’m seasoned
when i’m on the mic with a reason
and i just ignite like my closet
if so incensed to intensify (if i) wanna
sh-t, if i? of course i’m gonna
b-tch i’m going for blood
and you prob should call a donor
in advance ’cause i’m vashin’
like stampede with a m-ssive d-ck
(suck it)
now you can say you share my tastes
now you can say you were in my sp-ce…suckin’ d-cks
did you have a ball?
yoooooouuuu f-ckers, i still ain’t stuntin a c-cksucker
you now listenin to parker
spark your blunts up

it’s easy, look…

just roll the green in the brown
l!ck that sh-t down
and spark the blunts up

[hook x3]
spark the blunts up
ash ’em in the ramekins
spark the blunts up
ash ’em in the ramekins
i am chilling heavily
kicking it with my mans and them
get dances from snowbunnies gyrating upon my lap
pop a molly and then black out again

[verse 2]
bored and ill of my mind
how did i p-ss the time?
couldn’t handle the negativity
instead i drew lines
with no pen and no paper
red wasn’t ink, it was sacred
i had so much of it wasted
i swear that i should be anemeic
i didn’t do well in school
i was smart as sh-t, i just hated it
back to school? mama naw
law, why the f-ck did you make the kid?
friends were just fairweather
and them teachers weren’t any better
i was wasted potential
’cause i ain’t pick up a pencil
no, not unless i was rhymin’
you see hip-hop was my science
and that weed was a catalyst
the fus ro dah to my skyrim
all of my writing -ssignments
would have some music behind it
them teachers want you to speak up
right until your voice you find it
but i ain’t shut the f-ck up since
i’m just recording it now
got a head about my life
i’ve since reordered it now
livin life by the tao of the buddha’s wisdom
and the writings of rza
my mind is an iron fist against a dissenter
sick in the winter
no influenza, just influencers
keep it g in battle like a fencer
don’t build your fence up no taller than i
so if it reaches my level
i guess it’s clobberin’ time
now spark up

- alex parker

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