Blueberry Hotel part two by The Jonesz Lyrics
Seven eyes glazed, the eighth one swollen shut
Sewing up an open cut, hold a grudge
War cries and enemy bloodlines, identity
Ready for the spark of a century
Triple 000, you're fucking with the heavily lefty
Dizzy every dance Gillespie, it's a rule
When you play chess a step ahead of every move
Ninjas on the roof, everybody start shooting
Star movement, got god's fruit in a hookah
Lex Luther, my truth that I'm chewing
Do-gooder with a gutter approach
Pushing over dominos to get a cut of the mother load
Anything goes, condominium rows, videos
Belly dancers from the Indian Ocean
Crimson lips and myths and vibes that most men
Trade lives over for original sin
Post apocalyptic flows that shine
To keep the grass growing and ya hash blowing at both ends
Ride on a vibe most kill to posses
Blade of the samurai, earth wind and fire
I embrace death but never waste life on the apex
Mad styles, my slang wise, you can't fake that
If fate calls that's a fall you take
They gon' leave you on ice like your Maytag repair man
I'm already home now, monopoly hotel
The blueberry dope house, the yellow brick road style
The flow that I wrote down, you know how I zone out
Cuz all roads lead to roam
Hit me up with a mask on
I thought that would be that last song I ever rapped on
Act fast and gats flash
Smash track like a glass jaw, for your trash talk
Mad man going back to back
Like raspberry jam on a stack of flap jacks
Club passion and crime scene classics
When the cash run out switch to plastic
Shake that ass around we gonna bag em
When the bar goes dry get to rapping
If a fight breaks out it could be tragic
When the clock strikes three take a taxi
Half way to the hideout we'll be maxing
Laughing with an alibi established
Mary Jane style, I don't remember shit
I'm going innocent, die for my seven sins
Bury me with the evidence
Yo I'll see you in the next life cruising in the X5
With many women that be devilish
Cuz only love and light could tum a ho into a housewife
Hell ya I'm having kids, four or five
We gon' live by the sea shore watch the tide
Teach em of the old ways closed fist and open mind
Blind swordsmen, the shadow and the sunshine
Sewing up an open cut, hold a grudge
War cries and enemy bloodlines, identity
Ready for the spark of a century
Triple 000, you're fucking with the heavily lefty
Dizzy every dance Gillespie, it's a rule
When you play chess a step ahead of every move
Ninjas on the roof, everybody start shooting
Star movement, got god's fruit in a hookah
Lex Luther, my truth that I'm chewing
Do-gooder with a gutter approach
Pushing over dominos to get a cut of the mother load
Anything goes, condominium rows, videos
Belly dancers from the Indian Ocean
Crimson lips and myths and vibes that most men
Trade lives over for original sin
Post apocalyptic flows that shine
To keep the grass growing and ya hash blowing at both ends
Ride on a vibe most kill to posses
Blade of the samurai, earth wind and fire
I embrace death but never waste life on the apex
Mad styles, my slang wise, you can't fake that
If fate calls that's a fall you take
They gon' leave you on ice like your Maytag repair man
I'm already home now, monopoly hotel
The blueberry dope house, the yellow brick road style
The flow that I wrote down, you know how I zone out
Cuz all roads lead to roam
Hit me up with a mask on
I thought that would be that last song I ever rapped on
Act fast and gats flash
Smash track like a glass jaw, for your trash talk
Mad man going back to back
Like raspberry jam on a stack of flap jacks
Club passion and crime scene classics
When the cash run out switch to plastic
Shake that ass around we gonna bag em
When the bar goes dry get to rapping
If a fight breaks out it could be tragic
When the clock strikes three take a taxi
Half way to the hideout we'll be maxing
Laughing with an alibi established
Mary Jane style, I don't remember shit
I'm going innocent, die for my seven sins
Bury me with the evidence
Yo I'll see you in the next life cruising in the X5
With many women that be devilish
Cuz only love and light could tum a ho into a housewife
Hell ya I'm having kids, four or five
We gon' live by the sea shore watch the tide
Teach em of the old ways closed fist and open mind
Blind swordsmen, the shadow and the sunshine