Lyrics Brother Mouzone Library Card - R.A.P. Ferreira

That East Nashville shit

Grabbed the mic like I ain′t gotta be hard
Flow courtesy Brother Mouzone library card
Your economy is all favors
I pull up with a purple lightsaber in a '68 Buick LeSabre, humming regulators
Niggas better mount up
Go to King Jewels and you better crown up
Popping off at the mouth, but they don′t do it round us
And it's real simple, ghee with the lentils
I take a knee at the temple
Not for political reasons
My name is dreadful among heathens
Spit it like Paul to Ephesians
I ball in any season

Nah, na-nah, na, na
The metamorphosis of Black Orpheus
(Black Orpheus)
Na-nah, na-nah

Wrote in the Sphinx Pose
Supposed a genius couldn't think past his nose so it go
A sadist found it outrageous
Asking, "How does law impede good graces?"
Gradients and laziness
That′s what a racist is
I′m a high man being, late for a meeting with Bob Kaufman
Hop off it, my dick I mean
I scribe revisions whilst tripping off of dimethyltryptamine
Fuck a silver lining, divine timing is intuitive
They used to call me Rory the Druid, I been through it
Nigga, I was born a weirdo
Never fear though, ours is legions seemed decent
'Til I part the seas and fart in the key of E sharp
The jalopy needs parts, but I′ma keep speeding'
Well, I′ma keep speeding', I′ma keep speeding

Ba-nah, Ba-nah
The metamorphosis of Black Orpheus
(Black Orpheus)
Got swole reppin' that brain weight
Got swole reppin' that brain weight
Nah

What it is, what it isn′t, what it will be soon
What it will be soon
What it is, what it isn′t, what it will be soon
Ruby Yacht and you fullest in the room
What it is, what it isn't
What it will be soon