Issue No 147 Pop Lyrics
Pop by Issue No. 147
Feat. Kev Brown & Homeboy Sandman
(Verse)
This is the moment of clarity staring me in the ocular
Whether popular or cursed to be undesired to fight
In laws, psychiatry, iron jaws bittin' hard
Remaining run (???) and it's a testament to lay in hearts
In a country where consumption and Baby Jordans
Introduce and loose identity off-break
Take my mind off of technical scripts written by babies
Bottoms is blessed, to be infested with infinite wisdom
Insational appetite after like modern gen understand
Public intellectualism is now forbidden
Reminiscion of Charlie Porker, we travel on morker and
Spoke the dialog to brainiacs and vagabonds
Maniacs and baccalaureates, maybe after fast-forward
Then you get the drift, comprehensive effortless
My lecture is a dying breed professor at the Ivy League
The best investment is the book for right to flying dreams
Only if the irony is talent over piracy
Monopolies don't ever crumble in, humble in experience
To loose integrity for monetary purposes, fork in your road
Forcing to go to hold the merciless at higher standards
In an error where standards are lower than petroleum drillin'
Fillin' the void, still in the catacomb
That alone can never stop the technical wizardry givin' me
The inspiration over your misery
(Hook)
MCs out there
You want a fresh star, let's go
Let the basse, the trump rattle
(Verse)
MC give me the sad crowd, castin' me my writer almost cost me a mad cow
When I'm flyn, feelin' security always wanna give me a pat down
Me, I be the opposite, I can't put the pad down
As a kid, I would have neva played as fact
I love them pullin' the flag down, pro'ly knew the difficulty flyin' a cab down
So when a young one said I'd be rockin' this flag out
Right to let him know he's a fan now
I'm headin' back, nah, homie, you fam now
My people cause my people's paramount
Each of the apostles on my nostrils is flarin' out
Tell the carrots sing smth they care about
Unless you got two r's and an o
Unless it in the same spot, two r's in a row
I got an a r r o w, and an o, tuck mo', without packin' the whole
Got an aftan, Pac-Man and techmoe
And boe, I talk boe, all this shit you don't know
And cops can't see me, use the super-slow-mo
Do that as you creep by a power add rollboat
That's how you kick the Willie Bobo
Word up, word up!
(Hook)
MCs out there
You want a fresh star, let's go
Let the basse, the trump rattle
(Verse)
And the beats keep drummin' on, yet none appalled
I'm calm and honest, but not enormous
Like bonus field, far from adventurous me
Pills from last harvest so you can starve as the love
These digestive problems make you wanna consult a map
You map the source, open up the contents
You're wrong, you think you get enough the nonsense
Thinkin' anyway off the scene is where the storm is
Flig with the leg, withstand, wonder where yo arms run
They be gone long since, burp surfe tipagus arm prints, yeah
(Verse)
This is the moment of clarity staring me in the ocular
Whether popular or cursed to be undesired to fight
In laws, psychiatry, iron jaws bittin' hard
Remaining run (???) and it's a testament to lay in hearts
In a country where consumption and Baby Jordans
Introduce and loose identity off-break
Take my mind off of technical scripts written by babies
Bottoms is blessed, to be infested with infinite wisdom
Insational appetite after like modern gen understand
Public intellectualism is now forbidden
Reminiscion of Charlie Porker, we travel on morker and
Spoke the dialog to brainiacs and vagabonds
Maniacs and baccalaureates, maybe after fast-forward
Then you get the drift, comprehensive effortless
My lecture is a dying breed professor at the Ivy League
The best investment is the book for right to flying dreams
Only if the irony is talent over piracy
Monopolies don't ever crumble in, humble in experience
To loose integrity for monetary purposes, fork in your road
Forcing to go to hold the merciless at higher standards
In an error where standards are lower than petroleum drillin'
Fillin' the void, still in the catacomb
That alone can never stop the technical wizardry givin' me
The inspiration over your misery
(Hook)
MCs out there
You want a fresh star, let's go
Let the basse, the trump rattle
(Verse)
MC give me the sad crowd, castin' me my writer almost cost me a mad cow
When I'm flyn, feelin' security always wanna give me a pat down
Me, I be the opposite, I can't put the pad down
As a kid, I would have neva played as fact
I love them pullin' the flag down, pro'ly knew the difficulty flyin' a cab down
So when a young one said I'd be rockin' this flag out
Right to let him know he's a fan now
I'm headin' back, nah, homie, you fam now
My people cause my people's paramount
Each of the apostles on my nostrils is flarin' out
Tell the carrots sing smth they care about
Unless you got two r's and an o
Unless it in the same spot, two r's in a row
I got an a r r o w, and an o, tuck mo', without packin' the whole
Got an aftan, Pac-Man and techmoe
And boe, I talk boe, all this shit you don't know
And cops can't see me, use the super-slow-mo
Do that as you creep by a power add rollboat
That's how you kick the Willie Bobo
Word up, word up!
(Hook)
MCs out there
You want a fresh star, let's go
Let the basse, the trump rattle
(Verse)
And the beats keep drummin' on, yet none appalled
I'm calm and honest, but not enormous
Like bonus field, far from adventurous me
Pills from last harvest so you can starve as the love
These digestive problems make you wanna consult a map
You map the source, open up the contents
You're wrong, you think you get enough the nonsense
Thinkin' anyway off the scene is where the storm is
Flig with the leg, withstand, wonder where yo arms run
They be gone long since, burp surfe tipagus arm prints, yeah