paroles de chanson The Company - The Palmer Squares , Kembe X

Just shut your mouth, take a walk
Pump up the volume of sacred law
Lost in a whirlwind, tossing and turning
Shake it off until the break of dawn
Take the charge, worry later
Encourage haters to return the favor
When I raise the bar, learn the name
Cause Terminal K no perfect stranger
Roll in a hoopty, hoping to soon be a '74 Impala
Like Kembe I'm known to holler so "let me hold that dollar"
Now my pockets low on cash, I'm that pothead stole your stash
Started what's hardly a movement of choosing knowledge over swag
Bird-dogging chicks and banging beaver
Finna take a breather when I'm slanging reefer
Just to burn the profits, optimistic
God forbid the politics is plain as zebras
Black and white, map the night
Pass the mic so don't ask 'em twice
All I'mma offer is bad advice
Cause I already got me an ass to wipe
(Nauseous) You make me wanna vomit, bitch
Erasing all your documents
I been through the wire, it's Louis Cypher
They saying "What the H-E-double hockey sticks?"
Head locked in a prison, prophetic wisdom
Rock to the rhythm - Forth and back
Want you to swing cuz they cork the bat
Not gonna give anymore than that

Never alone, set it in stone
Ready to go on a journey
To the underneath, but I'm gonna need
A little company, who's finna come with me?
Said it before, never alone
Ready to go on a journey
To the underneath, but I'm gonna need
A little company, who's finna come with me?

Taking niggas back to the basement
When a nigga mind trip to get my shit aligned
Figured I was hit inclined, fifteen, school been fucked up
For life, gimp out and the tool get upped'd
Fools didn't trust it, righteous in life is a price
You can pay to live life as you like it
Prices, the vices, the wish - big change
Been slave to them, fuck minds screamin' them lames
Titties in my phone like
I'm a fucking menace to my own right
Tight, I even get it when I don't write
Sittin' in a room full of niggas that I don't like
Busted cause we don't fight
A lone night turn lives into fable
Stone, flip one, get a price on the table
Go get some, nigga life ain't gon' pay you
For bitching and moaning and cry everyday
I fall asleep with my third eye open
Envisioning the world in my palm
On the tips of my grip, got a bitch on my dick
With her eyes on my fist cause she heard I'm holding
Shut the fuck up with all that talking shit
I thought I told you that, quit tryna hold me back
Next bitch is stuck up will never walk again
I took her head and her heart cause she owed me that
Uh, trippin' off what's packed in a bong
Don't choke, if you don't, then you're smacking it wrong
Go broke over gold cause my mind says shiny
Chrome fo-fo for when times get grimy
To blast it or not is my question, I'm the astromanaut of my session
It's fat asses and pot in my session, flexin'
Village triple 7 is my brethren, nigga

It's a pilgrimage, I'mma kill you, bitch
Leaving enemies dead in the wilderness
So underground I can't find the dirt
Behind the curtain, blind to what life is worth
All in, pressin' my luck
I'm possessed and I give far less than a fuck
Head full of fluff, big chest when I puff
At the gentlemen's club 'til I'm left with a buck
Scribble notes in calligraphy
I go ham when I smoke that hickory
An emcee most cats ain't fit to be
But peep game, people can't say shit to me
Cause I counterblast 'em in a louder fashion
While I pound an absinthe in a crowded tavern
Got an ounce of grass and a mound of hash
The astounding rapper, turn a frown to laughter
Weed in my sock at the court like feed me the rock
Pump-fake, pop, sink a shot
Believe it or not, I been thinking a lot
'Bout whether my malevolence will leave me to rot
Cause it happened to her and it happened to him
It'll happen to me, it'll happen again
Got a baggie of weed in my cabinetry
That I grab when I need to relax for a bit
The ferocious, slow-motion, lookin' fresh in my old clothes
If hope floats, you can bet I'm sinkin'
Most folks don't know what the hell I'm thinking 'bout
On a trip from the crust to the core
Drop a disc and you rush to the store
Bust in your door
Cups of Malört
We complacent with less, but accustomed to more...