Текст песни gypsy slang - Hezekiah feat. Bahamadia

Yes, yah, yah yah

You fuckin' with like several bars of rawness
Niggas applaudin' this monotone conness
Witness impeccable flawlessness
Wordplay I'm retarded with it
Overshadowin' these harlots narrows the margin a bit
Put my all in it completely confident
Rhymes are a blend of Ebonics and consciousness
Born for this, consonant form be gettin' flipped
Tight like the clenched fist of breastfed infants
Spiritual not religious, assertive never vicious
Hardly ever offended when shitted on by critics
Who don't get it, I don't talk it if I don't live it
Didn't write it then I won't spit it
BeeDee Queen is so sickin'
A little less intricate and
Poppin' like a couple of sticks of Trident
The livest survivalist in the rap game
I foresee exotic things and do away with hunger pains

Ain't nothin' you can say
You try to walk away
Bahamadia, Hezekiah, you love the sound of spittin'
Ain't nothin' you can say
You try to walk away
Bahamadia, Hezekiah, you love the sound of spittin'

And you can tell by the
Tone of my voice that I'm sincere when you hear it
My presence is always felt and I'll always be here in spirit
From Philly to Louisiana, phantom of the Copacabana
Stamina of a caveman from Bruce Banner's gamma ray
Who paged your way a year from now you probably fadin' with age
You look drained and disarrayed like you in need of Gatorade
They greatly grade me but keep they love on safety
As if they hate me, lately I've been feelin' the pressure dammit
They left me stranded and I can't understand it
It's like the Earth was flat and I'm livin' on the edge of the planet
Dame and Musiq and LS share the same confrontation
Topics of controversy bringin' out the worst in me
She discussin' to me how she disgusted with me
With my song stuck in her head like the mark of the beast
Please know what you talkin' bout before you open your mouth
That's why you vinyl in the crate, DJ's leavin' the house

Ain't nothin' you can say
You try to walk away
Bahamadia, Hezekiah, you love the sound of spittin'
Ain't nothin' you can say
You try to walk away
Bahamadia, Hezekiah, you love the sound of spittin'

Off the top, I'm blazin' hot like some lava
Farmer, sendin' out draped and guarded armor
In style now like Dolce and Gabbana
Still test my rhymes on stoops and street corners
Spittin' for my peoples, yo, man it's an honor
And soothin' like them flutes that's used by snake charmers
Bahama, right back at you like your karma
Ride the one count like I do my sex partner
Old school like hand revolvers and bubble bombers
But still known to spit bars of trauma, regardless
You ballers? That chick in your crew, you better want her
Then step it up and -kiss her- while she boots in her Prada
Wanna be that chick this year? Then try harder
I'm zonin' 'cause the beat got me flowin' like water

And it's a shame how the whole world is sorta out of order
From a land foster parents prostitute they foster daughter
Got it sewn like a bullet wound patient now put your loot up
Hard to swallow, smoke, sniff, or shoot it up
Dealin' with us? Hustlin' with us? You ticklin' us you better sober up
Dumped in a truck, fuck around and get folded up
Bucket in chamber, 'cause y'all sense danger
'Cause you heard the strangest, hardest anger to beat you
And I'mma treat you like I ain't never even meet you
I'm ignorant with it, the same viewpoint as Professor Quimph
Aww shit, I'mma be honest and speak upon it
'Cause the way you start it slightly sound retarded
That's the difference between half-witted and half-hearted
Between bein' a harlot and bein' an artist
I'm just bein' honest

Ain't nothin' you can say
You try to walk away
Bahamadia, Hezekiah, you love the sound of spittin'