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Uh Tell 'em what it is, hit 'em with the manifesto When I write every pen strokes like fresco That is sprawled in the walls of your mental You ain't get the memo, shit Better checkmate 'cause I'm making moves like a chess pro Free my mind like envouge 'Cause I'ma fucking Hail Mary that is caught in the end zone No string attached from the get go I'm real, boy like the wish of Jupeto Shit man, I was born a rebel Been playing this game way before Nintendo Ever since I could record a demo Makin' a mic out of a corded headphone Got bars locked down with a recorded to release To make it big from the pen like Gorden Gecko When the beat bass leave 'em on the zemo I killed that bitch with a Jordan S. flow How short does that go Ride around the planet quicker than fucking soaring jet goes Keep getting louder like more crescendo The hands of the crowd are now horns of devils I'm amped now, never had doubts so don't back down Charge the track so hard it's a black out As we drift, as we float SongtexteWe are high in outer space If your hip to the code We gon' fly the fuck away This that shit that you know Got you wylin' off your face Oh yeah (yeah) Oh yeah (yeah) Yo, one life to live, one love to give You know we got it sorted Two hands to build, oh man that's real You know that's fucking gorgeous Every second is precious And life is but a dance So here's your chance To tear the fucking roof off Big Macca is in beast mode It's B.n.E. and my team glows I stay up just to make love To that paint brush, and give 'em heat strokes I'm a speed boat down a ski slope Sippin' miso, puffin' weed smoke All g'd up, 'cause our VW's That one with a candy apple green coat As far as dreams go, I'm sweet bro My fam is all I need, yo I'ma stick it in your brain, just to fuck with your cerebral On cloud nine's where my fleet floats I got kilo's of that free hope It's Friday and in my brain I don't give a fuck bout no Deebo Let me tell you about my steelo I'm like Ne-Yo verse Magneto Having lightening fights at frightening heights On the top of Jesus in Rio I'm Han Solo mixed with CeeLo Smoke Greedo on the D-Low And when Macca spits I'm immaculate 'Cause I can decode the human genome As we drift, as we float We are high in outer space If your hip to the code We gon' fly the fuck away This that shit that you know Got you wylin' off your face Oh yeah, (yeah) Oh yeah (yeah) Yo, one life to live, one love to give You know we got it sorted Two hands to build, oh man that's real You know that's fucking gorgeous Every second is precious And life is but a dance So here's your chance To tear the fucking roof off [?] Mad like a hippie when you stole their granola In the desert lookign for a cold cherry cola Life's hard like a cold areola, my Thoughts tend to do hand grenade harm I think therefore am-putate arms I'm not always a man with great charm But I'm [?] [?] [?] Defecated on microphones [?] So I better be scrubbing up before you're shaking my hand I'm making a stand put me in a [?] Scam when I break the handcuffs [?] fake motherfucker [?] [?] flakes of dandruff Because my back is a staircase, I get up in their face And give 'em a rare taste of genuine bear mace If you're in my airspace I'm shooting you down If you think of kicking I'm [?] surgically removing the crown I'm moving around [?] town 'Cause when I move I never lose any ground At any given moment [?] studio twelve [?] liberty bell [?] heart boulevard [?] Watsky and B.n.E [?] rookies are Luke Skywalker [?] hand caught in the cookie jar And now that the days before me Gonna go in a blaze of glory [?] the crazy, insane And then tell an amazing story Yeah, B.n.E and Watsky From one geezer to another Legend Aus Songtexte Mania