Heems - You Have to Ride the Wave lyrics

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[Intro: Arundhati Roy]

"..and we grew up outside the realm of all protections that society chose to offer it's members

And so at a very young age one was aware of the fact that you were not going to be given those protections

And you...you had to constantly try to understand what was going on and how to survive in this space

Uh...and how not to...to go under. You're on your own, and then, politics is in your life

You have to ride the wave."

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]

Loose bogies with parolees that got locked up when Kobe had an afro

Look bitch, it's Daniel

Eat it like a cantaloupe

Bitches treat the demon like a youth potion antidote

No bitch, we can't elope

But we can hit the slopes

Doing so much snow, like skiing with your eyes closed

Extraterestial, extra with groupies

Got 'em eating coochie in a downtown condo

Ya bitch look like Rondo, and mine Jane Fonda

Hit you with a hundred slaps nigga, E Honda

Niggas see me alwasy give me dap, but they don't wanta

Hoes always talk behind my back and be frontin'

Bitch, see I'm stuntin'

All your vintage clothes

Thrifting with your girlfriend, let her try my dick on

Nigga you a sitcomm, about to get cancled

Napping at the bull run, about to get trampled

First try to play me, make a man example

These ain't came out yet, they hit me with the sample

Rap Louis C. K

Bored with having three-ways, about to have a foursome

And all of them asian

Smoking on some haze got me looking just like 'em

Head in the hotel, watching Teen Titans

Zoned off that Vicodin

After we finished and they wanna try again?

#Style!

[Verse 2: Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire]

Ayo, this nigga ain't even send me my fucking beats, son...

Ayo, first of all...

Fuck Mike Finito for making this beat

He said he got me, but he never send no fuckin heat to me

So now you're dead to me, you're history

You see me, don't say shit to me

You bring your girlfriend to Das Racist's show she getting dick from me

They say I'm such a mystery

I'm ghetto yet articulate

Some how this guy from out the projects (?), but still find time to read

Dostoevsky, Howard Zinn, Donald Goines, Phillip K. Dick, and Dr. Seuss and use the moral as a muse

Obtuse, left angle

I'm mentally bent, mangled

A tangle in my brain

But that's sweedish for (?)

I mix it with pineapple

For twistin' that white rhino

We fixin' to stick niggas, cause this is an albino

Ridiculous shit

Niggas get chips from this shit

Some rotten chicken to insert enemas to my friends

Makin' my inner enemy into my insecurities

Into my inner inner intentions, how happy am I ya think?

...and life is a cigarette, death is an ash tray

Sound like one of them lines Lil Wayne'd say

My impersonation

My interpretation (HEEMS!)

I bring you Heems without further lyrication

[Verse 3: Heems]

Hindu Ralph Ellison, yo you can't see me

I'm in a silk robe at the bank copping CDs

With guap that I made by selling these CDs

And guap that I saved by having a great CV

Yo yo yo yo yo, that's a Curriculum Vitae

I could always say, "I did it my way."

Got Vagabond shoes, and they stray all day

The St. John's Way, to Bombay Project hallways

If there ever is a problem

Heems'll want to solve 'em

My partner then'll solve him

The jury'll absolve him

The sentence of a mobster

I can sense it, it's something like the Doppler

Radar

You're on my gay friend's gaydar

Something like a leper, you can't touch me

Never turn my brain off, it never get dusty

Your chicks is busted, my chicks is busty

Up late on Twitter, I talk to Salman Rushdie

Like it's just me and him

I got dirt on you, dog

You like She & Him

Schemin' and

All the biddies say to me, "You're swell."

She got a buitiful box, Joesph Cornell

Got a lisp like Stewart, that's Kordell

And she from the west, that's like Cornell

Your chick look like Oprah, mixed with Sammy Sosa

And she got a dick where there's supposed to be a chocha

[Outro: Heems]

Yo yo yo (Himanshu)

Yo yo, peace to Danny Brown

Peace to the Bruiser Brigade (#Style!)

Peace to Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire (Brooklyn)

Peace to Arundhati Roy talking to Howard Zinn at the beginning of the joint

Produced by the one and only Mike Finito, my man since I was fourteen (Richmond Hill)

Third World Fam, you know what it is (Corona, Glenn Oaks, Melrose)

(?) Squad

OTK, Out to Kill (Flushing)

Aaron Elmont(?)

Long Island and Queens ((?), Elmhurst)

You know, (?), Cardozo Bayside

Van Buren, (?) Stuyvesant

You know, (?)

All the Indian people in Queens

Minke Finito (Alright)

One (one)