Good Mood by Bad Karma Lyrics
[Tones]
Woke up to a good feeling, shit's about to change
Water the thoughts, spin their pure down the drain
I light my L the seed to put out the pain
Vibing to the melody mixed with the sounds of the rain
I see a future where the past doesn't exist
Call Bad Karma, Walt Disney type stuck in this
Unfreeze him when they finally believe me
When the blind can see, on the day we can be free
Energy lingers somewhere between my fingers
It's what is to the earth from the dreamers and the thinkers
Hook line and sinker, reel it in film scene
Filet the fish into rhymes serve on the still screen
Catching you a shark is like writing your rhyme
If I teach you to fish you could eat for a life time
How many emcees haven't grown from the seed
Planted roots lurching and they grew into extreme
[Tabs]
It's so clear, I was here some time before
It's funny when 20-10 reminds me of '94
There's a design a flaw
Your rhymes are vagina and I'm a connoisseur of anything described as raw
Whatchu rhyming for, that's the final straw
Committing vinyl fraud, better hope you have an iron jaw
You can bottom down this fall of lying whores
That just leave their vaginas sore like they gave birth to a dinosaur
Let's have a star war, get it popping now
I'll tag my name in urine all over your stomping grounds
Let's be honest I'm beyond you clowns
I conjure clouds of marijuana, beware where you wander the monster's out
Don't try to lock us down, I'll just push through
Smoke the bong til my lungs is clogged like a wood shoe
I don't care if you're hood, I really think you should move
Cuz I swing instantly and this is me in a good mood
[Coast]
Y'all some shook fools, you ain't half as nice
I had done took deuce to hell for they afterlife
I don't pass the mic I'm just sitting laughing like
I dare these dumb and tan faggots staring at me asking right
I attract the hype, haters and the naysayers
Bland bitches bringing styles with the same flavor
I'm insane player fucking up the vibe
I'm tryna jet but you tripping on the sideline
I don't play that shit, got to call the foul
I go the length, y'all practicing the quarter mile
I'm too old for the bullshit and slick talk
BK and I ain't ever done a Crip Walk
I ain't a Blood killer or a Crip banger
Wild boy with a foul mouth, sick anger
Shit's gangster but I ain't claiming no say
Just a scumbag fuck with no rep
[Coal Cash]
Filled with the greatest of ease like leaves over the treetop
Cypher at max speed but your brain'll freeze from the ?? lock
You need not agree cuz you're free to be stupid
Wanna shoot shit with me, nowhere to flee when the nuke hit
Putrid emcees receiving a contra scars
As monsters gone bonkers for stripping your wonka bars
Talking ?? ?? mothafuckers don't want the job
Pass the great ?? make croutons of your entourage
I conquer stars, crushing Mars with the arms of God
But Bad Karma mad bombers with the armor charred
Murderous charmer, we on the quest of excellence
Emcees are the best, about as fresh as my excrement
A deadly testament, a quest ?? followed by pestilence
I'm the pale horse, verbal force causing desiccant
Stress a sediment with an eminent death prevalent
It's evident we're the best, you don't want to test the regiment
Woke up to a good feeling, shit's about to change
Water the thoughts, spin their pure down the drain
I light my L the seed to put out the pain
Vibing to the melody mixed with the sounds of the rain
I see a future where the past doesn't exist
Call Bad Karma, Walt Disney type stuck in this
Unfreeze him when they finally believe me
When the blind can see, on the day we can be free
Energy lingers somewhere between my fingers
It's what is to the earth from the dreamers and the thinkers
Hook line and sinker, reel it in film scene
Filet the fish into rhymes serve on the still screen
Catching you a shark is like writing your rhyme
If I teach you to fish you could eat for a life time
How many emcees haven't grown from the seed
Planted roots lurching and they grew into extreme
[Tabs]
It's so clear, I was here some time before
It's funny when 20-10 reminds me of '94
There's a design a flaw
Your rhymes are vagina and I'm a connoisseur of anything described as raw
Whatchu rhyming for, that's the final straw
Committing vinyl fraud, better hope you have an iron jaw
You can bottom down this fall of lying whores
That just leave their vaginas sore like they gave birth to a dinosaur
Let's have a star war, get it popping now
I'll tag my name in urine all over your stomping grounds
Let's be honest I'm beyond you clowns
I conjure clouds of marijuana, beware where you wander the monster's out
Don't try to lock us down, I'll just push through
Smoke the bong til my lungs is clogged like a wood shoe
I don't care if you're hood, I really think you should move
Cuz I swing instantly and this is me in a good mood
[Coast]
Y'all some shook fools, you ain't half as nice
I had done took deuce to hell for they afterlife
I don't pass the mic I'm just sitting laughing like
I dare these dumb and tan faggots staring at me asking right
I attract the hype, haters and the naysayers
Bland bitches bringing styles with the same flavor
I'm insane player fucking up the vibe
I'm tryna jet but you tripping on the sideline
I don't play that shit, got to call the foul
I go the length, y'all practicing the quarter mile
I'm too old for the bullshit and slick talk
BK and I ain't ever done a Crip Walk
I ain't a Blood killer or a Crip banger
Wild boy with a foul mouth, sick anger
Shit's gangster but I ain't claiming no say
Just a scumbag fuck with no rep
[Coal Cash]
Filled with the greatest of ease like leaves over the treetop
Cypher at max speed but your brain'll freeze from the ?? lock
You need not agree cuz you're free to be stupid
Wanna shoot shit with me, nowhere to flee when the nuke hit
Putrid emcees receiving a contra scars
As monsters gone bonkers for stripping your wonka bars
Talking ?? ?? mothafuckers don't want the job
Pass the great ?? make croutons of your entourage
I conquer stars, crushing Mars with the arms of God
But Bad Karma mad bombers with the armor charred
Murderous charmer, we on the quest of excellence
Emcees are the best, about as fresh as my excrement
A deadly testament, a quest ?? followed by pestilence
I'm the pale horse, verbal force causing desiccant
Stress a sediment with an eminent death prevalent
It's evident we're the best, you don't want to test the regiment