Bad Weather by Tru$pok Lyrics
{Verse 1}
Got some thick fresh carrots
That I’m ready to harvest
Break weight quick
Signed deals with the martains
Both hunted and I’m guarded
By the government
Makes banks flip and they know
That we loving it
Hate is getting drastic
Motha fuckas getting jealous
Of these frequencies hidden deep
In these acapellas
You could see it wasn’t me
For the V in Vendetta
I can do it better
I mingle with the jingles
That are so unreal
3 of the trio in one appear
Bleed all my ego in one year
Motha fuckas think I’m playing
Till they fear what they hear
With a couple Tech Nines
And a Mach Ten
I Load the clips with rhymes
Before the day ends
Then at 3 am
I shoot em off through the mic
Rest in peace
Another M.C. died tonight
{Hook}×2
This wheather gonna kill my car
And I don’t like to fucking walk
This destination seems so far
But navigations what I talk
{Verse 2}
Symbolically
I bless my own products
I know the effects of my causes
With no pause I gauze my losses
Give myself an applause
I Take a deep breath and roll on
This rolling stone
He gathers no moss
Now that’s dedication
And I don’t need no medication
Cuz the truth is well
You’re a phony
I feel you may be the one needing saving
You owe me
Letting out hisses and fusses
When you said you were roaring
According to the warnings
You were hoarding my mornings
You’re so boring
So boring
{Hook}×2
This wheather gonna kill my car
And I don’t like to fucking walk
This destination seems so far
But navigations what I talk
{Verse 3}
Substitute
What you got for nothing, and give me something
I’m lovin this something I baked up
Fresh out of the oven
It’s so yummy
Knowing that grumbling I’m hearing
Is not your tummy
Yeah Let them think I’m the fucking joke
But you the one that taste funny
So funny
Watch your step my lil friend
I’d hate for you to slip and end up
In that hole again
Old friends are not good friends
You really gotta understand your friends
Cuz friends tend to change
Based on how their time was spent
They might come right back
But their loyalty has gone and left
And their days
Will stay the same
Ain't nothing gonna change that
Or their two faced ways
Words at some time
That We all partake
Worse than being test mice
In the lab rat race
So what do we do?
We look ahead
Cut the snakes heads off
And then leave em brain dead
{Hook}×4
This wheather gonna kill my car
And I don’t like to fucking walk
This destination seems so far
But navigations what I talk
Got some thick fresh carrots
That I’m ready to harvest
Break weight quick
Signed deals with the martains
Both hunted and I’m guarded
By the government
Makes banks flip and they know
That we loving it
Hate is getting drastic
Motha fuckas getting jealous
Of these frequencies hidden deep
In these acapellas
You could see it wasn’t me
For the V in Vendetta
I can do it better
I mingle with the jingles
That are so unreal
3 of the trio in one appear
Bleed all my ego in one year
Motha fuckas think I’m playing
Till they fear what they hear
With a couple Tech Nines
And a Mach Ten
I Load the clips with rhymes
Before the day ends
Then at 3 am
I shoot em off through the mic
Rest in peace
Another M.C. died tonight
{Hook}×2
This wheather gonna kill my car
And I don’t like to fucking walk
This destination seems so far
But navigations what I talk
{Verse 2}
Symbolically
I bless my own products
I know the effects of my causes
With no pause I gauze my losses
Give myself an applause
I Take a deep breath and roll on
This rolling stone
He gathers no moss
Now that’s dedication
And I don’t need no medication
Cuz the truth is well
You’re a phony
I feel you may be the one needing saving
You owe me
Letting out hisses and fusses
When you said you were roaring
According to the warnings
You were hoarding my mornings
You’re so boring
So boring
{Hook}×2
This wheather gonna kill my car
And I don’t like to fucking walk
This destination seems so far
But navigations what I talk
{Verse 3}
Substitute
What you got for nothing, and give me something
I’m lovin this something I baked up
Fresh out of the oven
It’s so yummy
Knowing that grumbling I’m hearing
Is not your tummy
Yeah Let them think I’m the fucking joke
But you the one that taste funny
So funny
Watch your step my lil friend
I’d hate for you to slip and end up
In that hole again
Old friends are not good friends
You really gotta understand your friends
Cuz friends tend to change
Based on how their time was spent
They might come right back
But their loyalty has gone and left
And their days
Will stay the same
Ain't nothing gonna change that
Or their two faced ways
Words at some time
That We all partake
Worse than being test mice
In the lab rat race
So what do we do?
We look ahead
Cut the snakes heads off
And then leave em brain dead
{Hook}×4
This wheather gonna kill my car
And I don’t like to fucking walk
This destination seems so far
But navigations what I talk