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311 - Jackolantern's Weather lyrics
Well I beat a bad rap when I skip a soul trap Just trippin' and laughin' at the crap Dap is what I get the best skins that I hit You know we rock the fuckin' joint and we split Singin' an ryhmin's what I’m better for When I describe I’m a scribe with a metaphor I use a simile lightly cuz that shits played The common way most ryhmes are made ya know I rock like this I flow like that But all those comparisons are just that Kickin' different styles, I'll be right here Today, tomorrow, next week and next year I always say what I feel and that is a promise Nothing in life is above being honest Sauna is cool compared to being on stage But that's the way it's gotta go in the stone age The fame in my game I name rapture Like a polished rock I'll make it shine for sure Word is that I've travelled become unravelled I been around the world baby, gimme an apple I'll be your boogie man rather than son-of-sam What I am is what I am Though we don't have too long to love a day a night We only love those who love us right back, right The kid is smart the kid is clever Stompin' in jack-o-lantern's weather Backpack strapped cuz the world is cold Headphones pumpin' don't ya know The kid is smart the kid is clever Stompin' in jack-o-latern's weather Rocks his hood and playes it mellow While maple leaves change into yellow And yo, shit, damn, homey at it again Tryin' to beat my high score ever since the age of ten See my high score flash on the back glass I was malcontented doug in gifted class Now heres the deal we came to heal we gonna rock in Rio Oh no, it's not a joke it's how we feel Put to test like a sugar ray scientist, come on I'm always dancing in my sunday best I'm betting on my bliss and my path is lit see The microphone is live and i'm rockin' my body Smooth like Reggie Miller in an airborne freeze frame Funky like the kung-fu that can put you to shame CHORUS I'm like hey wait a minute Give a check on two then I'm ready to begin it With a boom boom bap coming outta your trunkies Give a fat shout out to the phunk junkeez Striken like a cancer taken chances But I love to see the girl windin' like the belly dancer Standin' up front with a tight stomach showin Me on stage singin', flowin' We just kickin' it live, we just kickin' it live Cuz if you can't kick it live you gonna die Fraid so punk, quit talkin' junk You need a live show like a ball player needs a dunk |
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