letra de errrr [bonus] - outer concept
[verse 1: the majedi]
back in the booth ready to drop some wisdom
multi dimensional like rectangular prisms
no matter what’s said no dents in my armor
i’m not irish but i’m sure a lucky charmer
b-tch named karma done me dirty
ill be surprised if the b-tch lets me see thirty
i talk dirty with foul language
throw in some spanish and call it spanglish
dead in the middle of little italy
there ain’t no itty bitty t-tty b-tches in my cities committee g
now how’d you like that big pun tribute
we blowing up just wait for the cl!ck boom
me and my cl!ck too bout to raise h-lla havoc
while i stack more green than the planet namek
we been raising havoc where you been man
’cause i turned heartless call me tin man
[chorus: danny g]
concept is the clique, get you b-tch off my d-ck
that sh-t made no sense but whatever
this beat is f-cking ham, make your fam a bunch of fans
and that drunk b-tch from last week you can bring her
got the b-tches on the phone, and this kid is home alone
let’s make this an evening we won’t remember
the beats, i’m down, studio, i’m down
the whole world we down, f-ck you, censored
[verse 2: danny g]
you funk pucks chef wolfgang cooking up all you jive turkeys
jive but not fresh cause you feathered b-tches expire early
making lops puke at the sound of a stocked sample
skinny pixled spick with the swag of an unstopped vandal, handle
beats every session making sh-t that make you listen louder
dropping f-cking bars like h0m-s up in them prison showers
my vision’s power, pitching up chords and doing melissa ford
more or so an -ssh0l- when i’m picking my sh-t up
and dippin’ out her
the only colombian with out a sack of f-ckin’ powder
the only sack i own is under my denim jeans and f-ckin’ trousers
from thai town express to roscoes up in gower
to wonderful harlem these b-tches shakin’ no bauer
baby girl i got the power, make it sting sour
chew that chunky monkey good leave your booty sayin’ wowzer
i get the cream like chowder, danny out the house
we rollin’ out like my concept trick, out her
[chorus: danny g]
concept is the clique, get you b-tch off my d-ck
that sh-t made no sense but whatever
this beat is f-cking ham, make your fam a bunch of fans
and that drunk b-tch from last week you can bring her
got the b-tches on the phone, and this kid is home alone
let’s make this an evening we won’t remember
the beats, i’m down, studio, i’m down
the whole world we down, f-ck you, censored
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