Year/ Moloko Interlude by Marlon Souler Lyrics
Year/ Moloko Interlude
[Marlon Souler]
This is Aviation, Souler
Throwing texts out
I could beat around the bush
But I'm drinking and rather go the direct route
I confess I've been a victim of living in another dimension
Where woman run to me with they're chest out
Don’t confuse the progression as corny
You feeling what I'm saying then you gotta inform me
Cause i only talk about shorties i crush on the block
So i can giggle when a nigga said he hit it before me
You writers up with your story, you sci-fi
I roll though and get the job done like a drive by
And most of you artist don't see your fifteen minutes up
And fail to get the signal like you trouble shooting wifi
And dog can you please clarify the artists you niggas cheering for
Souler grab the bitches you niggas is disappearing for
Either all of my haters are reappearing or, musics getting out
Was there really any doubt, should i pour some Henny out for the soldiers
Still got goonies who's addicted to explosives
Always on the flip strapped up like they poachers
I just say them words and she open like I'm moses
Marijuana blood cause this world is full of vultures
Everybody bug so the game is full of roaches
Every things a dream so i keep the drugs the closest
Jus cause you the oldest doesn't mean that you the coldest
Jah know, immitation is the greatest form of flattery
So i don't feel the need to be dissing my own gallery
Gave rappers topics and they wrecked it so it saddens me
That i just throw the set and watch a buzz fall gradually
You think that my appearance is wack
Theres a rumour your a bitch, your apparently that
A little kid gotta better chance catching a clap
Then you artists copying me to get it popping in rap
I don't get it, you diss my style and then you take it
That like a chick dissing you first and then she naked
But let me throw that topic in the basement
Cause instead of dissing me you should be scared of your replacement
Aviation to the bang, RNM world, nigga we not the same
And when the money rises im’a put it on a chain
And pick my nuts up and im’a drop it on the game like
Clique good you ain't even gotta ask twice
Souler power cause i was never the gased type
Straight a's but never part of the class type
Laughed at but never part of the laugh type
Corazon, Corazon, I'm the future
Hard drive click game like computers
She's so bad make me hard like Medusa
Lyrics in my brain will dismantle your manoeuvers
Simmer down i'll pass the liquor around
This RNM nigga your clique could never be down
Wear a mask thats cause I'm meant to, i present you
Souler rock, view the credentials, disrespectful
G-shit, ask your wife i know she sees it, believe it
Cuffing like you came out of the precinct
I mean it , throwing it up like I'm bulimic
Just give us two chicks of every race and we breezing
Drink liquor till my liver just denigrate
Know that the fire will be heavy when dissing a great
Might have to call my old chick cause I'm missing her shape
But after skeeting shell be screaming she feeling a way
2 years now you claiming you feeling a way?
You wasn't crying when your ex was filling away
Pride gone so i wonder what getting away
Aviation all you others can wither away
Woooh
[Moloko Interlude]
She make my heart my stop not in the literal sense, but in the physical sense
As I commence, she make my heart drop, but when it does I remember our first encounter the piece of art that she was
All my verses written in blood so my cursive clean as a mug
I deserve this weed that I blow, I don’t even notice the drugs anymore
Its become habitual, more than addition this marijuana my ritual
Imagine coke and dishonesty as your visual, promises are fictional ..
[Marlon Souler]
This is Aviation, Souler
Throwing texts out
I could beat around the bush
But I'm drinking and rather go the direct route
I confess I've been a victim of living in another dimension
Where woman run to me with they're chest out
Don’t confuse the progression as corny
You feeling what I'm saying then you gotta inform me
Cause i only talk about shorties i crush on the block
So i can giggle when a nigga said he hit it before me
You writers up with your story, you sci-fi
I roll though and get the job done like a drive by
And most of you artist don't see your fifteen minutes up
And fail to get the signal like you trouble shooting wifi
And dog can you please clarify the artists you niggas cheering for
Souler grab the bitches you niggas is disappearing for
Either all of my haters are reappearing or, musics getting out
Was there really any doubt, should i pour some Henny out for the soldiers
Still got goonies who's addicted to explosives
Always on the flip strapped up like they poachers
I just say them words and she open like I'm moses
Marijuana blood cause this world is full of vultures
Everybody bug so the game is full of roaches
Every things a dream so i keep the drugs the closest
Jus cause you the oldest doesn't mean that you the coldest
Jah know, immitation is the greatest form of flattery
So i don't feel the need to be dissing my own gallery
Gave rappers topics and they wrecked it so it saddens me
That i just throw the set and watch a buzz fall gradually
You think that my appearance is wack
Theres a rumour your a bitch, your apparently that
A little kid gotta better chance catching a clap
Then you artists copying me to get it popping in rap
I don't get it, you diss my style and then you take it
That like a chick dissing you first and then she naked
But let me throw that topic in the basement
Cause instead of dissing me you should be scared of your replacement
Aviation to the bang, RNM world, nigga we not the same
And when the money rises im’a put it on a chain
And pick my nuts up and im’a drop it on the game like
Clique good you ain't even gotta ask twice
Souler power cause i was never the gased type
Straight a's but never part of the class type
Laughed at but never part of the laugh type
Corazon, Corazon, I'm the future
Hard drive click game like computers
She's so bad make me hard like Medusa
Lyrics in my brain will dismantle your manoeuvers
Simmer down i'll pass the liquor around
This RNM nigga your clique could never be down
Wear a mask thats cause I'm meant to, i present you
Souler rock, view the credentials, disrespectful
G-shit, ask your wife i know she sees it, believe it
Cuffing like you came out of the precinct
I mean it , throwing it up like I'm bulimic
Just give us two chicks of every race and we breezing
Drink liquor till my liver just denigrate
Know that the fire will be heavy when dissing a great
Might have to call my old chick cause I'm missing her shape
But after skeeting shell be screaming she feeling a way
2 years now you claiming you feeling a way?
You wasn't crying when your ex was filling away
Pride gone so i wonder what getting away
Aviation all you others can wither away
Woooh
[Moloko Interlude]
She make my heart my stop not in the literal sense, but in the physical sense
As I commence, she make my heart drop, but when it does I remember our first encounter the piece of art that she was
All my verses written in blood so my cursive clean as a mug
I deserve this weed that I blow, I don’t even notice the drugs anymore
Its become habitual, more than addition this marijuana my ritual
Imagine coke and dishonesty as your visual, promises are fictional ..