Angelo Mota - Jersey/Mexico lyrics

rate me

You don’t have any bigger coming

Even my atoms are unique, you should be embarrassed

That your last statement made me vomit

I’m bad as Michael, passed the Eiffel on my travel up

Follow in my steps will take some massive guts

Back on backpacking was what my rapping was

Now I happen to get these bastards back to packing up

40’s and asher blunts, face was ashing, I’m mad as fuck

The higher beings the only one that can see me

So I go laughing and smack a judge

Judging my past and such

Only asked from classes once, asking for bathroom passes after I grab my stuff

As a freshman I was only eating breakfast

Now the present time and Angela is barely eating his lunch

Squeeze and shit

I carried splifs so my friends would see me a bit

Now cigarettes I’m tryna quit

Mama told me Nicorette was for a bit so like

Turkeys on my soul, I’m probably gonna quit it cold

Spits like getting a cold, you sniff and cough and you moan

But getting over the symptoms made me dope as whole syringes

Please quote my manifesto, now I’m getting forgetful

‘90’s baby, missed the retro by a decade and some change

Now my friends are all estranged but I’m over it

Plus, it’s not like anybody changed, it was like that from the get-go

I shot from the hip like plexico

Killed the rat game, took the first bus to Mexico

I’m the rap slayer, better pull your pants legs way up

Realization for Schwarzenegger running for mayor

I know that I go running soon, I probably do it better

So why be a sheep when I can fucking kill the shepherd?

Whatever, I see a subtle diss track, I let it rot

But now verbal missiles burning holes in your leather

Could show you got the quip that could get a throat to slip

But switchblades ain’t shit when compared to barrettes

Holy Ghost to me is colder than November

Believing it’s really just dry ice in December

I bet the Foo Fighters is Pretenders

And if you don’t get that well then get your head up

Seven up, ain’t no use for a heck of luck

‘Cause this splitting pain that I’m bringing to your ears is secular

Tell these sicken cells to step it up, whipping with the best of

People from the west of orange, if you aren’t then you probably shouldn’t flex, bro

Turn your shit they call it ketchup, never stand next to us

Reckless

The cops gonna catch me anyway so I’m running from Mexico to Jersey

You heard me?

The cops gonna catch me anyway so I take my reckless shit right back to Jersey

You heard me?

Jersey to Mexico

Good life