I wrote this entire song on a series of greasy ass diner tickets while working in a 80 year old kitchen (Ray's Place) in Kent. I had it sooooo bad for this one bartender/ body builder/ artist. Nuff said.
lyrics
16 bars later they all hate us/
145 seems fine but not my crowd/
Nor is no pub and scrub but the booze does/
just call me bluu Im off the moonshine and Blue Moon/
I’ll moon the masses if the boo’s comes/
2 years with a pen and whose young/
Drunk with skunk lung long way before 21/
Women no this face but do they the person not all are worthy/
Only understood in between line with times the music consume me/
I'd rather spark rhymes than bark jive/
Shitty small talker but rather Paul Walker/
Race on shots of 151 miles per hour, puke to the left I suggest/
Still fuck you great with late night menu on breastises/
Blackout brings day in/
breakfast of champs these niggas miss weighin/
Belt heavy and I’ll never lay it down/
Every king should pawn crown/
I yawn you frown Your lines are retired/
and don't take 2 weeks nigga ya fired/
Like a shadow fake to halloween marrow/
You creep get fronted g’s by g’s and cookbooks from your knees/
Type to fling from overseas web wife web of lies glad i refrained from familiar ties/
Married to notes not those from 9-5 But those turn lullabye/ whoa
Read between the lines penmanship devine/
With flow that starts hearts bless this word whoa/
Allergic to tailed vermon to contest this word/
never ambitious claimin hex on herb skrillah don’t speak lazy/
Damn hustle keepin me from sleep lately/
So if I leave weep lady I keep routine though crazy/
Sweep emo under the drug/
keep hush dirt under the rug/
Chip burner when attract bugs/
im popular no hooks Thowin gems no looks and drop a few jewels/
beautiful under pressure like diamonds dude/
Sowed my seed so my the greed grew dream azul And if t turn evil I keep rule/
steadily talking to myself askin who/
How when and why the born kid will always win/
Bluudolo was just so you could google him/
cool fuse spark dark when poodles try maneuver him/
Spit knowledge oozes him a logical man/
Corrupted by venus the penis it can’t understand damn/
But with the heart its trench warfare for scars there/
Target in motion hopeless less focused and claim devotion/
Ovary poser guess your right dark pyramid gave light from all colors/
Autumn fall then winter gaves problems option 1 same as my type/
Warming housewife died by a shotgun wedding/
fried pot with the reverend/
Preach leave no reach choppin any bitch barkin leash tossed/
Back in winter carcass frosted marcus lost it/
aww damn bitch hilarious to jest this court/
Court jester I’ll whore test ya Score white for lessons/
this god blesses
Metaphorical perplexes morpheus the orator but she was born a whore before eve/
only suicidal in the morning/
but at night turns vorhees Shows ink sleeves/
with an ass and my favorite steel ornaments/
Tight as tourniquet the torment of her tournament/
victor behold Blast past once crossed threshold/
22 but kamasutra bold A final shot for the night damn my karmas sold/
Bartered with the bartendress I think I remember her body tender
An ass fill out riveted denim damn/
tryna deposit dick to this mixologist/
And keep my tab open
credits
from Draft Day,
released April 28, 2016
This is an old RZA / MF DOOM beat that I just decided to eat on.