Ahhskeetskeet by Johnny Champagne Lyrics
[Intro]
Welcome to the stream-of-consciousphere
No need to be shy, I know you may be lost
But I can help point you in the right direction
You just gotta let it out
Talk to me Sally
[Verse 1: Sally B]
I've been anxious, my mind be spacious
For me, any option to escape is a temptation
I open up my heart to the nearest one facing
And now the real thing, couldn't tell it from the faking
Yesterday I'm on the subway and I'm in my boots quaking (Mmm)
Thinking if someone came in here and my life's taken
I guess I must concede that terrorism has had it's effect on me (Tragic)
The sympathy for old men seeing soldiers in the trees
But not the peoples in the street that's scared of huffing concrete
I compete to complete
My personal boundaries before I hit the wrong street
And end up in a long sheet or pass in a long sleep (Uh-huh)
My country sends the bomb fleets
Focus topical change, it keeps the chains on my feet
Demonize my sex because they're scared of my skeet (tell these niggas man)
[Chorus: Both]
Ahh skeet skeet, motherfucker, ahh skeet skeet, Goddamn
I ain't never been a gun tucker, but I still got my yams
Practice or play with the Wu-Tangs, prosper my call for my land
Off the old things to the new things, offer the whole thing to my fam (Alright now Johnny)
[Verse 2: Johnny Champagne]
Through God me and my family will prosper
I am a poet, although I know that I can be a doctor
Dissecting flows, chasing O’s and reprimanding imposters
The haters watching shit, I'm glad I planned for an audience
'Cause when I kill it, won’t be timid, I don’t plan to be modest
Johnny so lethal need to plan to be cautious
I'm kinda crazy
I do this for my sanity obviously
Flow so wavy you should plan to be nauseous
I feel at home when I land in the tropics
I’m from the South so she loving my charm
I can love you through the night but I can't love you at dawn
She my dark hair shawty but my other one blonde, yeah
Both of them gon' tell me that they fuck with this song
I’m always maxing, never muddle along
Making splashes like a puddle or pond
To those who listen, shit, I’m loving the bond
This shit gon' stick like some drugs in your arm
I’m black and bougie, this a luxury song
[Chorus: Both]
Ahh skeet skeet, motherfucker, ahh skeet skeet, Goddamn (The show don't stop)
I ain't never been a gun tucker, but I still got my yams (Matter fact, we just getting started)
Practice or play with the Wu-Tangs, prosper my call for my land
Off the old things to the new things, offer the whole thing to my fam (Johnny, I'm liking this; What goes on in that nappy head of yours?)
[Verse 3]
Ssometimes I’m thinking to myself so I just jot with my pen
What if my fate pronounced me dead right in this spot that I’m in?
So many treasures yet to share 'cause I kept locking them in
Does this shit matter? What do I really got in the end?
Shit, I'm searching for forever but my mission is futile
I’m praying blessings, learning lessons in these scriptures I doodle
I’m less a rapper, more a history student
Bare my soul but the goal is still to leave some mystery to it
I keep it simple, you could even get the gist if you stupid
Sonic hugs, spreading love and affection no Cupid
Who dis? It's Johnny in the flesh, no confusion
They think it’s easy but it's just an illusion
My shit so raw, man
I just be trusting my noodle they love to hate but they also really love when I do it
Nobody can really do what I does to the music
Being the best, it’s a luxury to it, ha
[Outro: Both]
Ahh skeet skeet motherfucker (Yes, talk that mothafucking talk my guy. Speak your truth)
Practice or play with the Wu-Tangs, prosper my call for my land
Off the old things to the new things, offer the whole thing to my fam (It's been a pleasure as always)
Welcome to the stream-of-consciousphere
No need to be shy, I know you may be lost
But I can help point you in the right direction
You just gotta let it out
Talk to me Sally
[Verse 1: Sally B]
I've been anxious, my mind be spacious
For me, any option to escape is a temptation
I open up my heart to the nearest one facing
And now the real thing, couldn't tell it from the faking
Yesterday I'm on the subway and I'm in my boots quaking (Mmm)
Thinking if someone came in here and my life's taken
I guess I must concede that terrorism has had it's effect on me (Tragic)
The sympathy for old men seeing soldiers in the trees
But not the peoples in the street that's scared of huffing concrete
I compete to complete
My personal boundaries before I hit the wrong street
And end up in a long sheet or pass in a long sleep (Uh-huh)
My country sends the bomb fleets
Focus topical change, it keeps the chains on my feet
Demonize my sex because they're scared of my skeet (tell these niggas man)
[Chorus: Both]
Ahh skeet skeet, motherfucker, ahh skeet skeet, Goddamn
I ain't never been a gun tucker, but I still got my yams
Practice or play with the Wu-Tangs, prosper my call for my land
Off the old things to the new things, offer the whole thing to my fam (Alright now Johnny)
[Verse 2: Johnny Champagne]
Through God me and my family will prosper
I am a poet, although I know that I can be a doctor
Dissecting flows, chasing O’s and reprimanding imposters
The haters watching shit, I'm glad I planned for an audience
'Cause when I kill it, won’t be timid, I don’t plan to be modest
Johnny so lethal need to plan to be cautious
I'm kinda crazy
I do this for my sanity obviously
Flow so wavy you should plan to be nauseous
I feel at home when I land in the tropics
I’m from the South so she loving my charm
I can love you through the night but I can't love you at dawn
She my dark hair shawty but my other one blonde, yeah
Both of them gon' tell me that they fuck with this song
I’m always maxing, never muddle along
Making splashes like a puddle or pond
To those who listen, shit, I’m loving the bond
This shit gon' stick like some drugs in your arm
I’m black and bougie, this a luxury song
[Chorus: Both]
Ahh skeet skeet, motherfucker, ahh skeet skeet, Goddamn (The show don't stop)
I ain't never been a gun tucker, but I still got my yams (Matter fact, we just getting started)
Practice or play with the Wu-Tangs, prosper my call for my land
Off the old things to the new things, offer the whole thing to my fam (Johnny, I'm liking this; What goes on in that nappy head of yours?)
[Verse 3]
Ssometimes I’m thinking to myself so I just jot with my pen
What if my fate pronounced me dead right in this spot that I’m in?
So many treasures yet to share 'cause I kept locking them in
Does this shit matter? What do I really got in the end?
Shit, I'm searching for forever but my mission is futile
I’m praying blessings, learning lessons in these scriptures I doodle
I’m less a rapper, more a history student
Bare my soul but the goal is still to leave some mystery to it
I keep it simple, you could even get the gist if you stupid
Sonic hugs, spreading love and affection no Cupid
Who dis? It's Johnny in the flesh, no confusion
They think it’s easy but it's just an illusion
My shit so raw, man
I just be trusting my noodle they love to hate but they also really love when I do it
Nobody can really do what I does to the music
Being the best, it’s a luxury to it, ha
[Outro: Both]
Ahh skeet skeet motherfucker (Yes, talk that mothafucking talk my guy. Speak your truth)
Practice or play with the Wu-Tangs, prosper my call for my land
Off the old things to the new things, offer the whole thing to my fam (It's been a pleasure as always)