Jamall Bufford

Jamall Bufford - Higher lyrics

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Radiant black man in your state again

Your favorite transplant, moving crowds

The Bay before back down to LA and then

In that A in a packed house like we moving out

The sweet science, elite rhyming

Complete mind bend

In deep concentration with each concept

But really, though, you already know

Hard body raps with that hard headed flow

She say she want that hard work and she want it slow

Cut her like a barber trim on the low then I’m gone on my

Outer space traveling to modern day Babylon

Cloudy grey ambience surrounded by a massive fog

Climbing Jacob’s ladder all the way to afterthoughts

Prior to my past involvements when I had the force

With me on a voyage to Atlantis, fantastic

Bandwagon full of them ex antagonists

Ride with me like I was Jesse Lee in “Posse”

Enemies stay scheming that’s ponzi for dollar bills

Dead Clintons could turn Gandhi to Gotti

Monster, problem since Ronnie and Bobby

Ricky, Mike and Ralph was new to it in Boston

Author, James Baldwin aiming assault weapons

Caution, you don’t wanna get caught in the crosshairs

Heavy artillery and I ain’t talking no barbells

All hail Jamall, call me sire

These niggas say that weed don’t cut it, man, they trying to get

Higher, walk through the fire

My mind gone, survivor

Bloodstream flooded with the finest

My mind blown, they trying to get higher

Higher, walk through the fire

My mind gone, survivor

Bloodstream flooded with the finest

My mind blown, they trying to get higher

They put them hard drugs up in our blood

Get your heart pumping like a sparkplug

They on that stardust for the stardom

Long as you make it up, fuck where you start from

They put them hard drugs up in our blood

Get your heart pumping like a sparkplug

They on that stardust for the stardom

Long as you make it up, fuck where you start from

And these niggas out here dying to be hard

Throwing up signs just to find who they are

Lost in a world full of diamonds and cars

Welcomes you with open arms, crucified on the cross

Once upon a time you was just like me

But now you’re too high with your drug I.V.

Trying to keep it 33.3 times 3

But that ain’t enough for you and me to find peace, peace

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