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rocks/mobpsycho100 - signor benedick the moor lyrics

“welcome to babylon, may i take your order?”

if i was from where my father from
more than likely i’da snapped someone get my gun
mama said she ain’t want me being the one
excommunicated, but the story just begun
if i was from where my father from
slanging cane that’s where n*ggas turn it into
just for a taste of the alchemy from hood slum
excommunicated, but the story just begun

some n*ggas keep the rocks up in they pocket
amethyst stone next to my phone, it’s powerful so don’t knock it
i know some family members ain’t even remember me
the rocks they smoked done f*cked up every single memory
some mamas can’t even recognize they kids
and some daddies can’t ever forget the sh*t that they did
just to smoke a little cocaine
or make some dough selling blow for a gold chain
come to the function asking everybody for a dollar
i answer when they holler, i feel like a little baller
i knew this dude was washing dishes where i’m slangin’ chicken
every two weeks, i swear to god, that dude would go missing
comin’ back say he gotta pay his phone bill
i know he lying, but i still gave him a couple of bills
mama donna never gave nothing but whole meals
but when you hurting, f*ck it, drink or smoke, the pain’s real
but sometimes i ain’t got nothing
fiends get pretty mean when they looking for crystal*colored dreams
30 years and we still ain’t beat the white devil
300 years and we still ain’t beat the white devil
that’s why i keep that black obsidian
help me keep my mind from descending to oblivion
it’s no white rocks to get my dividends
but pray to let these dope boys live again in peace
in peace, in peace, in peace
in peace, in peace, in peace

yeah, please rise for the hyphy hippie (hyphy hippie sh*t)

“calling the toxic masculinity hotline…”

hey, hey, hey sb
hy*phy hip*pie, look

i used to go crazy
mob psycho, that’s the way god made me
i meditate, don’t hesitate
i put a sucker on his back if i ain’t get the chance to medicate
and [?] got me h*lla straight
i got enough of any [?] that’s trying to collaborate
see, i’m perched up on the pedal of a lotus
bumping otis at the dock with a lot taking my focus
i used to go crazy
mob psycho that’s the way god made me
don’t make me hit a hundred, n*gga
’cause when i get a hundred, n*gga, then my fingers on a hundred triggers
matter fact it’s getting high right now
so i better stay inside and get high right now
don’t even try right now
it’s ’bout to take an hour or two to see some sounds
become one with the chi force energy
rise above the bullsh*t, i ain’t got no enemies
but i used to go buck on a n*gga
no luck for a n*gga who pretend to be a friend of me
and it’s the size of the [?] in the end
and i swear to god, i will make a n*gga will bend
see, i’m psychic or maybe psycho
might go kick ties until the night shows
that’s where i come alive
away from all the busters and the busters’ eyes
i can’t sympathise
with a phony*ass buster trying to jack my pride, sh*t
that’s just how it goes when you living in babylon
there’s a lot of f*cked up sh*t going on
you just gotta learn how to chill out
you just gotta learn how to keep that anger down
where i’m from (in babylon)
that’s how we get down

- signor benedick the moor lyrics

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