Lyrics Bamboo - Homeboy Sandman

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aight?
Yo, this is going out to my main man Aja yo the translator, yo
Yo, I′m recording this in Tokyo with an engineer that don't speak english y′know what I'm saying?
And gotta catch the train that shuts down in ten minutes, y'know what I′m saying?
We gonna get it right though
Sand is making art again, pardon him
He′ll relieve himself on any lawn that needs watering
That's how come the DJs give him ads ad nauseum
′Cause of that gardening
He'll get it popping in the UK Parliament
He′ll get it popping like the kumite tournament
He'll get it popping like all the guys in Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
He′ll leave you hanging like a holiday ornament
Holy shit
Name all in your mouth like it was Poligrip
Now the kid is sicker than his azazel with a nasal drip and ain't a bit
Nervous at your service motherfucker, free the slaves to save the union, move some units, keep it moving like a trucker

Out in Brooklyn I'll be looking at the clouds, New York′s dead
Out in Brooklyn I′ll be looking at the clowns, there be crowds of them homie there be droves of them, loads of them
But you know something? Yo, I don't even mind I just put em in a rhyme ′cause it rhymed
Predecessor to the iPhone
Was a eye for a eye
All the glory be to God so I god glorify
The cornea of the storm and end a story going hahaha
No L-O-L, lift you like a kettlebell, word to mother chocolate covered caramel
I will tell the devil he can go to hell before I take an L
Go for dolo, take a photo, and I can flow like Quasimoto
Ring a bell
That's why I hold it the belt
Bald and bearded, kinda built
Quick to lace a doubter with a cow to milk
Plus I got a goddess i protect from getting hurt or getting killed, not only that but if I was Scottish I would probably rock a kilt
Most slept on, but i′ll fluff your pillow for a half a mil'
I might just pick a weeping willow or a daffodil
But wait i need to take a pill to chill
And I never say lit or swag or trill
Not the type to drop a body in a landfill
More the type you might find partying to Johnny Gill
When I was two months old my uncle taught me how to grill
Then nicknamed me ′The Carpenter' 'cause I knew how to build
First it was with Legos, then it was with Play-Doh
People said that′s dangerous in a cradle, really what do they know?
The boner made of caramel part sweet potato