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letra de plexus - jamezyboy

[verse 1]
48 chains, 48 ways to get murdered
hate the fact that they don’t appreciate my wordage
sitting at the red light, watching them get nervous
rolling down the window, staring down that burner
please be aware, no squares
we don’t burn up
little mama whipping for family on that furnace
please don’t hesitate
we wait at heavens gates
for god to let stray soul to go to waste
no need to demonstrate
no need to iterate
been aware of the fate
and fate don’t take no days off
i’ve been astray, oh i been astray
where messiah when children been letting the chopper spray
oh, eye for an eye, what the profit say
gone, bye, namaste
all of my dollars say
same thing that my mama say
never let the chopper spray
only let the tomahawk knock on ’em
andele, vamonos, commas stay
locked inside your mama’s safe
tombstone, name and date
paul bearers under you
100 proof, 40’s getting dropped today
ricochet, rockachet
disregard them-
(doof doof doof)

[chorus]
this be that corduroy
that money bag
this be that wu-tang clan
c.r.e.a.m.y. my hourgl-ss
don’t need no money tree
just need my bus p-ss
they bust shots at my bus stop
i hope i don’t bust buck but i
(bring it up, bring it up)
corduroy
money bag
wu-tang clan
c.r.e.a.m.y my hourgl-ss
don’t need no money tree
just need my bus p-ss
they busting shots at my bus stop
i hope i don’t bust back, but i
(bring it up, bring it up)

[verse 2]
top notch
top sh-t
saw myself inside the tv
i broke down on that black stage
’cause they won’t buy my cd
i ain’t no b-tch
but dog i’m sick
of eating of this ebt
i put that ski mask on hoping them kids don’t see me
dog it’s been ten years with no wardrobe
rain cloud on my snow globe
signified, i been dignified
it’s bout time i started letting the wold know
who’s shere khan
who’s baloo
what it do
my shoulder lean need shoulder room
now everyday look like a photo shoot, good god
bishop on your head
(oh good god)
found a way to breathe
(oh good god)
came a long ay from the dog house
now you’re in the league
(oh good god)
bible at you feet
(oh good god)
tryna let it bleed
(oh good god)
natural disaster
radio for backup
no black magic, turn into habit
turn into a dream, turn into a dollar
turn into a monster, turn into a profit
turn into a stone cold motherf-cker
that would take your baby mama to bahama
while you’re on tour tryna make a comma
tryna turn a dream into a reality
hush, little b-tch
don’t worry ’bout your majesty

[verse 3]
i can’t sleep at night
maybe ’cause lately i’ve been unmedicated
dirty chakra when i’m meditating
hope one day to reach levitation
but for now, i’m on solid ground
profound, but i’m steady waiting
on a phone call from my daddy’s baby
my kin folk put my throat in a guillotine till i told them answers
but i never made it
i just reinstated my mind frame
trapped in a mind game
still frame on my picture
but still picture perfect on the same day
didn’t mean sh-t when i graduated
gradually put the piece in my hand
then my hand to my head then i contemplated
premeditated
how can i nix these complications
probably with fifth and a chrome to my lips
when my dome don’t split
i’ve been f-cking patient for a long time
maybe i’ve been looking at the wrong signs
maybe i’ve been trapped in the wrong time
or in the wrong places
looking in the eyes of the wrong faces

- jamezyboy

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