letra de quality - young gho$t, chronic shnxman
world gone hard same world gone soft
any time i drop sound like bombed the mosque
feeling pretty odd cos i’m chewing on a rock now i’m sipping on a scotch on the rocks got a bottle free, you see
doing this is not a job to me
this is just a hobby see me i’m a monstrosity
squadron be upon the scene and bombing it atomically
bother me? honestly i wish you would mahogany
zombie fiend with lots of green
i probably need lobotomy
you can suck a c-ck or three
if you want touch my broccoli
i be schtonae f-ck my g
like staring at a cocatrice
when you see me boppin you know i be on it obviously
constant monotony they wanna talk to me
all of its b-ll-cks i call it astrology
me i talk policy man i’m a monarchy
i be in monaco, prolly on holidee
different hemisphere i’m from the colonies
scholarly poet i’m ptolemy
dodging authorities not gonna follow me
solemnly swear i’m abhorrent like sodomy
got the cream they always asking for a dollop please
not a lot of modesty not often been forgotten see
got my team atop the league you dropping like the bottom three
got a box of fosters see me i’m about to drop a knee
not to be a shocking freak but honestly there’s constantly
hotties all approximately mobbing where my johnson be
got the cheese in quant-ties suggesting there’s a mob with me
robbing me, what my g? you want a laparotomy?
moshin i’m on the beat that’ll be solid g
take a man jogging n dump him in botany
followed by chronic feens hollering constantly
obviously hot i am not an anomaly
wannabes dropping their comedy
they’re full of sh-t do they want colonoscopy
lotta these coppas be stopping my other gs
luckily nothing go wrong when i cop a z
bother me?
(chorus)
i wish you would mahogany
one can see you kn-bs against the odds like the lottery
between my morality and i is a dichotomy
psychopathically i view reality psychotically
ramble metronomically of modern day hypocrisy
do not believe in god you see but i believe in sovereignty
zombie fiend i’m conked from weed and chomping on an olive tree
what’s the meaning of this if we’re not all alcoholics b
bad be brazillian, pantomime villain, way these kids are all talking the banter might k!ll em
realise i got beans then i grab the mic spill em
got an active mind lit up like i’m back to straight tripping
(chorus)
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