socrates hits blunt by Keralanka Lyrics
[Verse 1: Rohan]
Flipping these hard divisions, 'cause I got a heart of visions (I got a heart of visions!)
Teach 'em the art of pitchin', while I define the rhythm (I'ma define the rhythm!)
These bitches artificial, I think I’m monumental
(Wake the fuck up!)
Sleeping is all that they can do, so I really mean to offend you
Stuntin' in Bugatti rentals
You bitches fronting way too hard for cameras, that group shot’ll dead you
Stringing your food like Japetto, but I want that new kinda menu
Hoping that you got the special
Oh, were you not the chef to colonize my people and food for its skin? (Yes you was!)
You don’t regret it, you'd probably go vegan and do it again
Do it again, big brother show up, he’s suited to kill
Then he’ll show up at your tomb witcha' will
Like boy, did you get a deal - just eat that free food in ya cell
Same way that they didn’t pay for that mill, I guess it just came with the thrill
Never even have to face an appeal
Better beat the batter while baking spiels
Effortlessly grab the cake and then dip
They don’t badger badges, just take a trip
Golf for the season then that’ll be it
Then that motherfucker back home stunting and shit
Somewhere nice, maybe the hills...
I guess it just came with the thrill
[Chorus: Rohan]
I think of problems in the back of the club
So I solve em with a backwood and dub
In the front screaming fascism sucks
While pseudo intellects bashing me (Uh, uh!)
I don’t wanna fuck with no lames (Uh, uh!)
On sight like my domain (Uh, uh!)
Bitches gassing with no propane (Uh, uh!)
Til I hit 'em with the woo, woo, woo, woo!
I don’t wanna fuck with no lames (Uh, uh!)
On sight like my domain (Uh, uh!)
Bitches gassing with no propane (Uh, uh!)
Til I hit em with the woo, woo, woo --
(Gunshot)
[Verse 2: Rohan]
Make 'em disappear like Abracadabra
Beat 'em dead 'til the beat dead and massacred
'Cause I play father to half of these bastards
I will not open doors, fuck your manners
Braggadocious with the sauce, mad devoted to the game
If I could volley up the ball, I’d throw pity to you lames
I’ma get it in an instant, from the ending to beginning
Ya’ll sounding the same back and forth just like Eminem initials
Heaven sent instrumentals, mixed with the hell that we been through
That’s evidence I’m on a mission
Speak to the world while we living through tempos
Okay, I got the gas - yeah, I got the gas
Fuck ya’ll walking that popular path
Duck down or get the Donald effect
It’s not that you’ll be running for prez
But nize that beak or talk with a lisp
Suckering suckatash, suck my --
(That's not nice!)
[Chorus: Rohan]
I think of problems in the back of the club
So I solve em with a backwood and dub
In the front screaming fascism sucks
While pseudo intellects bashing me (Uh, uh!)
I don’t wanna fuck with no lames (Uh, uh!)
On sight like my domain (Uh, uh!)
Bitches gassing with no propane (Uh, uh!)
Til I hit 'em with the woo, woo, woo, woo!
I don’t wanna fuck with no lames (Uh, uh!)
On sight like my domain (Uh, uh!)
Bitches gassing with no propane (Uh, uh!)
Til I hit 'em with the woo, woo, woo, woo!
Flipping these hard divisions, 'cause I got a heart of visions (I got a heart of visions!)
Teach 'em the art of pitchin', while I define the rhythm (I'ma define the rhythm!)
These bitches artificial, I think I’m monumental
(Wake the fuck up!)
Sleeping is all that they can do, so I really mean to offend you
Stuntin' in Bugatti rentals
You bitches fronting way too hard for cameras, that group shot’ll dead you
Stringing your food like Japetto, but I want that new kinda menu
Hoping that you got the special
Oh, were you not the chef to colonize my people and food for its skin? (Yes you was!)
You don’t regret it, you'd probably go vegan and do it again
Do it again, big brother show up, he’s suited to kill
Then he’ll show up at your tomb witcha' will
Like boy, did you get a deal - just eat that free food in ya cell
Same way that they didn’t pay for that mill, I guess it just came with the thrill
Never even have to face an appeal
Better beat the batter while baking spiels
Effortlessly grab the cake and then dip
They don’t badger badges, just take a trip
Golf for the season then that’ll be it
Then that motherfucker back home stunting and shit
Somewhere nice, maybe the hills...
I guess it just came with the thrill
[Chorus: Rohan]
I think of problems in the back of the club
So I solve em with a backwood and dub
In the front screaming fascism sucks
While pseudo intellects bashing me (Uh, uh!)
I don’t wanna fuck with no lames (Uh, uh!)
On sight like my domain (Uh, uh!)
Bitches gassing with no propane (Uh, uh!)
Til I hit 'em with the woo, woo, woo, woo!
I don’t wanna fuck with no lames (Uh, uh!)
On sight like my domain (Uh, uh!)
Bitches gassing with no propane (Uh, uh!)
Til I hit em with the woo, woo, woo --
(Gunshot)
[Verse 2: Rohan]
Make 'em disappear like Abracadabra
Beat 'em dead 'til the beat dead and massacred
'Cause I play father to half of these bastards
I will not open doors, fuck your manners
Braggadocious with the sauce, mad devoted to the game
If I could volley up the ball, I’d throw pity to you lames
I’ma get it in an instant, from the ending to beginning
Ya’ll sounding the same back and forth just like Eminem initials
Heaven sent instrumentals, mixed with the hell that we been through
That’s evidence I’m on a mission
Speak to the world while we living through tempos
Okay, I got the gas - yeah, I got the gas
Fuck ya’ll walking that popular path
Duck down or get the Donald effect
It’s not that you’ll be running for prez
But nize that beak or talk with a lisp
Suckering suckatash, suck my --
(That's not nice!)
[Chorus: Rohan]
I think of problems in the back of the club
So I solve em with a backwood and dub
In the front screaming fascism sucks
While pseudo intellects bashing me (Uh, uh!)
I don’t wanna fuck with no lames (Uh, uh!)
On sight like my domain (Uh, uh!)
Bitches gassing with no propane (Uh, uh!)
Til I hit 'em with the woo, woo, woo, woo!
I don’t wanna fuck with no lames (Uh, uh!)
On sight like my domain (Uh, uh!)
Bitches gassing with no propane (Uh, uh!)
Til I hit 'em with the woo, woo, woo, woo!