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letra de hermit with a permit - psalm one

[verse 1: psalm one]
i got my carbonated water, syrup, vodka
shoes tied up, corset on proper
i’m going at the town like i just got outta h-ll
or i just got outta jail and i just made bail
streets on siz, hustlas on the slab
walkers walking often, the cutty on yo tab
what i need that for, i got extra biz
don’t need too many posers or them hep-ster kids
i ain’t discriminating, my taste already there
gotta fetish for the lettuce, a front row chair
nuggy nugs in the o2, oh you gotta friend
tell him bring another bag or he ain’t getting in
see i ain’t coming out less it’s funner than a mug
i run tings well, i got some mothers on my drugs
and some nuns on my doctrine, doctors on my table
a spread at my pad and some hot ones in my stable

[refrain x2]
i ain’t coming out without a guaranteed time
i ain’t getting down without a guaranteed grind
i’m a hermit with a permit, i party when it’s right
cause i live inside a party and it’s hard to top mine

[verse 2: del tha funky h0m-sapien]
they call me a hermit, tell the truth i heard worse words spit
out the mouths of babes with mentally challenged ways
the countdown is days and they don’t know it yet
slo-mo effect, go into debt
showboating cash flow, rowboat with regret
to the island of never never land, i gotta better plan
instead of going out to clubs and spending
my personal maintenance be my priority agenda
see i work at home, i had to earn it though
getting jerked to and fro, i had enough though
every time you leave the tilt, everything cost
i sat down for a moment and seen the loss
plus my gig also keep me from the crib
for so long i d-mn near forget where i live
i need me-time so i can think up new plots
trying to have me a catalog of music large as 2pac
next time i come outside i’m gonna get it
come back with a hundred stacks, dead presidents
mission accomplished, later for that nonsense
free from negativity, i leave undaunted
b.i., z.i., c.i. need my own destiny
perplexing me since i was knee high
maybe i got the game all twisted, ya’ll may be right
wasting half your life partying until the wee night
yeah

- psalm one

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