Lyrical Thug by Grey+Blue Lyrics
I kick-ass with Nintendo cheat codes
Ahead of the curb, thugs make people bite those
People try to cop like they're at Kinkos
The flow goes smooth and criminally all consumes
Soon the funk will lead the masses to Michael's tomb
I took a tab now I'm off the moon
Listen to what were doin', its not music it's influence, suspension for the truants
I'm principaling the youths through this music
If you hear a trance i write through it and exceptionally do it, I'm going ham and intrusive, I usually can see through this but the haze got me kinda stupid
Im already seeing arrows somebody call off cupid
I rolled dices in Rio i think I'm on some new shit
I rolled blunts in Boulder and now they call me the new kid, New York to Florida, East Coast influenced, I'm looking at the end of an empire, somebody pass on the blueprints
Blast away, and never crash like Castaway
I'm half a day to blast away give me the mic I slay
The labs where I stay through night n' day, I'm often a clash away from being as crazy as Captain Ahab on a bad day, grey met blue in a fight club last may, payday is history, I'm rewriting my destiny though past reversed trajectories, I'm ahead of these, young emcees by a step or three, mighty like Hercules, burn like third degrees, murder serpents purposely in a third degree, hard to miss, heart to bleed, blood on the leaves, someone bump Kanye West through my speakers please!
Burn my cds to the back of the dollar bill and let Jesus run the nation with vagrants to fill the seats of the masses, I take my final bow and then I'm out this club
Lyrical thug...
I said, burn my cds to the back of the dollar bill, set fire to the masses, shoot to thrill, my shadow overcasts the darkest hills and bright lights dim at times when will is slim, we see the peace to be the end all treaties this lust fills the needy, my art is gritty like graffiti, deep as deep as 3D, as multidimensional as can be, so let these rhymes move you into new dimensions through interstellar intelligence, my mind is the murder weapon and these lyrics are condemning evidence...
Drop the mic then I'm out this club... Lyrical thug
Ahead of the curb, thugs make people bite those
People try to cop like they're at Kinkos
The flow goes smooth and criminally all consumes
Soon the funk will lead the masses to Michael's tomb
I took a tab now I'm off the moon
Listen to what were doin', its not music it's influence, suspension for the truants
I'm principaling the youths through this music
If you hear a trance i write through it and exceptionally do it, I'm going ham and intrusive, I usually can see through this but the haze got me kinda stupid
Im already seeing arrows somebody call off cupid
I rolled dices in Rio i think I'm on some new shit
I rolled blunts in Boulder and now they call me the new kid, New York to Florida, East Coast influenced, I'm looking at the end of an empire, somebody pass on the blueprints
Blast away, and never crash like Castaway
I'm half a day to blast away give me the mic I slay
The labs where I stay through night n' day, I'm often a clash away from being as crazy as Captain Ahab on a bad day, grey met blue in a fight club last may, payday is history, I'm rewriting my destiny though past reversed trajectories, I'm ahead of these, young emcees by a step or three, mighty like Hercules, burn like third degrees, murder serpents purposely in a third degree, hard to miss, heart to bleed, blood on the leaves, someone bump Kanye West through my speakers please!
Burn my cds to the back of the dollar bill and let Jesus run the nation with vagrants to fill the seats of the masses, I take my final bow and then I'm out this club
Lyrical thug...
I said, burn my cds to the back of the dollar bill, set fire to the masses, shoot to thrill, my shadow overcasts the darkest hills and bright lights dim at times when will is slim, we see the peace to be the end all treaties this lust fills the needy, my art is gritty like graffiti, deep as deep as 3D, as multidimensional as can be, so let these rhymes move you into new dimensions through interstellar intelligence, my mind is the murder weapon and these lyrics are condemning evidence...
Drop the mic then I'm out this club... Lyrical thug