Blue Sky Black Death and Nacho Picasso - 4th of July Feat. Jeremy Cross lyrics
rate meNickel 4-5, I squeeze it till the pearl jam
Keep rise bitch, quick to tell the girls scram
Mayor West, see I don’t burf the first Batman
I told Picasso to tat him the hat man
High aye, got that tattered on my back hand
The bad man sad I ran from the badlands
I’m cute, she gorgeous
Blood on the portraits, I’m rude plus morbid
She choose like I’m orbit
I came on her vortex, and threw her out the fortress
Get out my heart shaped box,
My heart stays locked
Your heart says stop
Every time your kisses …
That …
Your …I’m Broad way, you always rock
You’re hard bass rock
Another day, another baska, hard case caught
Where the dope boys go, when they die?
We don’t go to heaven, we live so fly
Some get low but we get high
Sparking fireworks like the 4th of July
Where the dope boys go, when they die?
We don’t go to heaven, we live so fly
Some get low but we get high
Sparking fireworks like the 4th of July
Nacho, hm,
I hear them using Cobain in vain
You ain’t grew up in the rain
So you prolly ain’t the same
Wouldn’t have a thing in common
If you’d blew your brains
The way they steal from Jim,
Man these fools should be ashamed
Got me feeling like Joe,
Cause I’m fin to shoot my dame
Either reason Bruce Lee learnt to kick it like Liu Kang
Cause he grew up in the valley,
And the valley never changed
My palace is in flames and my Alice is in chains
My chain bar with diamonds, my fingers full of lames
My city’s full of lames, ever since you never came
Steve Largen, work the hear, I be you’re pardon
Just threw another corpse in my sound garden
And so I mix sirrock, makes it soft or harden
You can ask Quincy Jones, where the fuck he started
Where the dope boys go, when they die?
We don’t go to heaven, we live so fly
Some get low but we get high
Sparking fireworks like the 4th of July
Where the dope boys go, when they die?
We don’t go to heaven, we live so fly
Some get low but we get high
Sparking fireworks like the 4th of July X 2
