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lum and abner - jakprogresso lyrics

[intro: odb]
if you gonna be real, be real, you know i’m sayin’, that’s all i’m sayin’, i don’t*i don’t give*i*i*i don’t play no games, these ain’t no games no more, alright? if you gonna be real, be real, keep it real. when you see my next album, then you gon’ see what*what*what’s really real, and what’s gonna happen
alright

[verse 1: jakprogresso]
the syd slit under lids for ceremonial ballads
this song the pyrex, this a sodium chalice
i’m copious, manic, an allium salice
bodies under linoleum, look like an opium famine
church candles after skellies lit (yeah)
this 518, it’s me in fezzy whip (what up?)
speed give mе belly spits (wow)
i be dosin’ mint jelly kids
thе aim clearly dope like shootin’ up jelly fish
this crack smokin’ red hot like a fiend pipe is
tongue peddlin’ bullets the size of bike pads
my cult panic wide spread, headless, white hands
boots cardio to rise over fine death, with a pine scent (ohh)
non*hominoid, k!llin’ bipeds, under high rent
we be quenchin’ droughts, and dry pens
you sleep on this sh*t, you fly heads
i digress, bisect
gas enough to fly jets, high end
suitcase half zipped, leg protrudin’, catch a cab (ayo)
body pop lock, bubble wrap cadaver bags (hahahoohoohoohoo)
hold on, wait, what?
body pop lock (lock), bubble wrap (wrap) cadaver bags (bags)
[verse 2: dezmatic]
bag of vents, iron over the shoulder (huh?)
got you open like wicker tied and woven
holdin’ a cobra
play the flute, yeah (yeah), 4080 proof
drunken slop trapped in the bas*m*nt sharin’ a baby roof
your tippy toes scr*pe the roof of my important whip
dead rappers dangle from trees like christmas ornaments
uh, vick your tournament, birdy with the razor tongue
your government isn’t richard morales; you shouldn’t play with guns
your face is numb from the lines that we cut
every rhyme is ground up ivory tusks, time to re*up
shout to plug, but keep it down, i think the house is bugged
black fortress teleports, you can’t remember where the mountain was
the beat is on some tried by 12
n0body cares i k!lled a verse so i high five myself, yeah (yeah)
i still listen to melodies for children, and keep a felony in the ceiling
jak looks like a peloponnesian villain (hahahaha)
water soap, check, uh (uh), doctor glow peck, uh (uh)
run in your garments like a brownsville coat check
sammy davis coat neck, honoress bucket
cigarette holder stuffed with dutches
they keep the ounces brunin’ out in mountain vernon
breakin’ down your verses like i’m alan turing
and not everything comes out your urine
some of it gets stored inside of fat cells
i’m batsh*t as yasiel, i catch trails, it’s pastel
i’m not the one who raps well, this isn’t me constructin’ rhymes
i combine conscious wisdom, subatomic homunculi
the funky flow plus one, minus six but why exist
the rhymes i spit, look like hieroglyphs inside a flyin’ disk
i’m more glowed up than rentals should
punch have you wait no k!llers so don’t pretend you’re one
peel you off the frenulum, pull you off the jock
and if you pay the cover charts then, cool
you walk and watch us just obliterate sh*t
[outro: dezmatic]
it’s cool, come on in (it’s cool, come on in)
have a drink (have a drink)

- jakprogresso lyrics

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