Dirty Sanchez - Pro Cakes 2 lyrics

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Good God almighty, Pro-Era has come

To bless you with another beautiful, beautiful, beautiful track

You got a slacker, you got a dirtbag, you got a cautionary guy

But fuck with it though, on some of you on some shit

We ‘bout to kill the game

We coming for your life and we coming for your wife

But I’m just saying, It's a Pro-Era thing, bro

Beastcoast

All that other shit here today, gone tomorrow, bro

Yeah, fuck it

I’m in outer space right now

Can you feel it?

‘Cause I can feel it

My track list heavy metal like blacksmith

Black Sabbath, black list, like Capone

Fronting like I don't drop dope quotes

I'm back at it, liquor, weed, dope music

I'm a party alone

Leaving rappers so shook

And the Richter scale broke

Build tracks like a railroad

Get bent like an elbow

In rain, sleet, hail, snow

Made my heart grow cold so

Don't get me mad because you got no hands

Tick tock, get clapped on time

We the cream and the beans of the crop

Who co-sign? Fuck the industry

They fishes in the pail, they ain't great whites, they pale

Aligned seven chakras, I'm enlightened

Something like righteous, that's right likeness

Free your mind, I rewind you toys

Paint pictures like rap legends

Your plans unfold

Filling bitches with a bundle a joy

You got a seed-filled spliff

Plus you babysitting the pot boy, let it boil

A lot of Js, I'm still crushing my grapes

Real recognize real, not real recognize fake

Not on BET8, your best bet was in the basement

Case closed dismissed, we underground and there's levels to this shit

Wait, wait, there's no competition

But still I ain't got no pot to piss in

I'm baked, baked, pound cake, break it down

Till my whole town ate, hate

It's Dirty

Man, fuck y'all, I meditate

It's too easy to be depressed

Slackers fill up your playlist

Just play this and feel your chest

‘Cause if we don't fulfill your needs

Then our pockets would never stretch like

Mr. Fantastic, classic, not your average

Make ‘em sound irrelevant like Schoolboy's ad-libs

I'll take you on a journey, let me know if you’re for it

Pull the potent, ain't no joking, got me feeling euphoric

I’d rather be broke than dreaming

Than to be broke and scheming

Than to be broke and hope for a quick fix to feed him

Bad habits those demons, baby, suck it like Maggie

I know crackers hitting the doobie, just don't end up like Shaggy

My 90’s niggas know, it's grimy where I'm from, ask …

Probably still flip the boards if it wasn't for all the rhyming, though

Call me the rhyming diamond, Dyemond be rhyming

But I ain't eating like ramadaning

Eyeing the mic, the food on your plate looks rather inviting

Stop it before you know it, bitch, see, I'll be dining

On your breakfast, lunch, and dinner

Take your spot, next off the top and I put that on la familia

It's the motherfucking super-duper slackers, get familiar

Coming live, we the illest niggas swankin' in the Era

To keep it a hundred I beat when I want it

Other than that, bitch, we ain't speaking in public

This season republic, the reason I does it for the heart of it

Fuck yourself, you narcissist, you softer than some cartilage

I spit it out my damn mind, till this shit my man’s time, I'm fly like an airline

Part of me just bother with anomalies and how to get it started

When you from the bottom, since the day my father popped a condom

Back up on my diesel flow, stealth, this is eagle mode

Women thirst is lurking on me, swallow up the leader, hoe

Dealt with the serpents, now my grass cut

Felt fucking worthless, now my cash up

Punch you like a brass knuck

Mami getting anal, get your ass fucked

Then drop it hot like a potato, leave you mashed up

Yeah, classic when I touch I let it perish

You like Robert Parish just a zero to that basket

I'm a hero in this modern era, possum never

But it's possible I'm dwelling by the trees, feeling heavenly

I been word playing since the spelling bee, shit is effortless

Caution been had bars like a felon sheet

Man and you know this, man