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letra de l.y.s. (right now) - kourt jester

[hook]
(if you in this b-tch, come on!) come on, lose your shit right now
(turn the volume up!) music up, no turnin’ down
(light that shit up!) got a blunt we burnin’ loud
(everybody in this b-tch!) wild out in the crowd right now!

front, back right left, y’all need to be makin’ that noise
throw ya cup all over the person, next to if you’re destroyed
i got that intellectual and i got that hyped up flow for that -ss
i’m tryna be like a vase in a crowded party…totally smashed
gonna sex up b-tches, so i guess they should just, color me bad
kj here to stay, these other dudes might as well start packin’ their bags
i go harder than the next man, got fire like a gas can
and the shit that i be puffin’ on should be handled with a hazmat
and that’s that, who’s here to party, turn up and and get twisted yo
i f-cks with juggalos, technicians, and probably your clique bro
jamestown, and buffalo, canandaigua, word is vastly spreadin’
faster than a m-ssive herp infection, penetratin’ nedens every 13 seconds
rappers fall flat like bread unlevened, k.o. kitty i ain’t talkin’ bout tekken
say no grizzly, or become some wreckage, ’cause kourt jester ain’t one to mess with
if you in the place to be, i better see some hands up quickly
and chant that f-ckin chorus b-tch, now who the f-ck is with me?

music is my drug, homie, it’s one h-ll of a vice
second round’s on me, and that’s word to obie trice
you hear the flow, and the harmonies, the kj sound
got more punches than everlast, so i always jump around
i don’t sip the lean, but i like my senses slowed
a little bit of the green, that shit puts me in my mode
ask me how i do it, that info is never told
sub-zero with a microphone, yo i’m leavin’ enemies froze
standin’ still right in they tracks, it’s the f-ckin’ return of the mack
but i never went nowhere, still the empire is strikin’ back
and when that force awakened, it gave ’em a new hope
cause i’m slicin’ rappers in half like darth maul in the first episode
yo, drunk as shit with a pen and a pad
lyrics on g*nius, gotta blast
someone help me, can’t find my stash
slammed on the sidewalk, kevin nash
i ain’t talkin’ bout teeth when i say i’m goin for plaques
if you in this b-tch tonight, make some noise, where you at?

lemme get another, bartender, keep ’em comin’
cause caribou in abundance will be makin’ me feel a hundred
lemme tell you somethin’, i don’t know if i’m buzzin’
but i know that i’m stumblin’, someone get me a motherf-ckin’
chair to lean on, to put my feet on
i be drinkin’ the lou till i’m speakin’ in klingon
any b-tch that you bring on, we’ll be gettin’ the freak on
her back’s a naval ship when it’s covered in se-mon
any beat that i be on, gets devoured by de-mons
they say i got a glow, the way i’m spittin’ this neon
rap sk!lls gnarly, popular hardly
if you ain’t at this party, then buddy i’m sorry
they yellin’ to turn up, but i’m more like burn up
what them others doin’, well that shit don’t concern us
i don’t dance homie, i sway side to side
but i’m also pretty high, yo i can’t even lie
lookin’ for a chick who be down to ride
i don’t mean for life, yo i mean tonight
drink a little more, that’s the shit i’m debatin’
i think it’s a yes, i’m trying to feel super saiyan
where the hands at? i better see ’em all swayin’
got a b-tch shakin’ her hips to beat that is playin’
bacardi and blazin, got me feel amazin’
i better slow it down, i don’t think i can take it
if you in the place to be, throw yo’ hands to the sky
any cups, throw ’em up, if you feelin’ super fly
f-ck anyone who wanna ask you questions why
look ’em straight into they face, say
“i’ma party till i die!”

- kourt jester

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