Jonwayne - Cool Runnings lyrics
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Authors signal blank space claiming Buck Rodgers
Say the same shit in L.A. and let them duck Dodgers
Every breath is like I come up from the water
Submerged in alphabet soup, this loop is a spoon
I use to take scoops, I loot this brain fruitfully
Bootlegged peruses rap to reign truthfully
Used to scrabble on late notes
Now I let my pen ice skate on the back of these bank notes
Check the dictation over the sound of these nayvvotes
If a rapper falls off in the jungle there's no hope
When there's nobody heard, you can hear the town die in the back of an alleyway
Homie, the strong survive
Rock a chain made of beer-tabs
Drinking after heavy nights, I'm blinking in the distance on the oncoming headlights
Walk the road or the road walks you
You ain't a special motherfucker, put your blimp in a zoo
I'm saying, tame your big head for the lazy men and laymens
I don't deal in terms below mine so pay attention
To the justified shine, no mention of mine, kid, ‘cause I'm just here for the pension and prime rib
I'm self-made, DIY to consign me, to half them label wars, you can say I'm a wise bitch
There's no identity and they like it
Now I'm having indie knobs say, "That ain't bad for a white kid"
Your horse is too damn high, just like the rent
Sounds like you need an extra friend to Harvard your dent
I'll take you down a couple notches like a Thanksgiving dinner
When I attack run cooler than Jamaicans in the winter
Yul Brenner: There's nothing wrong with I see, it's about what you see, now look in the mirror and tell me again what you see
Junior Bevill: I see
Yul: PRIDE
Jr: Pride, right
Yul: POWER
Jr: Power! And I see
Yul: A badass mother
Jr: Who don't take no crap off of nobody
Yul: AGAIN
Jr: I see pride
Yul: Can't hear you
Jr: I see POWER! I see a bad ass mother, who won't take no crap off of nobody!
Yul: ONCE AGAIN
Jr: I SEE PRIDE
Yul: JUNIOR
Jr: I SEE POWER, I SEE A BADASS MOTHER WHO WON'T TAKE CRAP OFF OF NOBODY
Ay coach, I'm opening a study-day egg proti-amos
holy high on these mountains eagle this eye dali pray
The humans divide and procreate
Pros chose to decide this guy’s face, the size about five-eight
Inhabited mystic, art god, or all ballistic
I can't even see myself, and this shit is still narcissistic
So go source when force is fuck wittable, course-load, accounting for seven chakras, the intervals box out
You cock dribbling bubble-fucks, I thunk in, triple-double, tu fumbling yup
I troublesome sun-king
He ran away from proud rock in fear of that one thing
Scars will get passed, gas that stunt with a bum wing
Bitch, hakuna-matata, cumma hadouken, summa cum laude, the party or some will come later but we get it started
‘Cause summer comes once again
School came when God shot at the fall, I'm scorpion-born
Love scorn, I claim retarded and go in
Hard never home, dearly departed
Orbiting, ours merkaba god, fuck Harvard
In suits I look garbage
I'm sorry, like new artist
But almost all of you awfuls should of died when I said so last
Now heads roll, professional masked killer
Will is feral, when I go fast till a boat with no motor
Adrift in a space lake, lifted in a space based, base
Hastily wasting his grace on mahasabha taste
And if I moderation to follow a night
Bidibing, plan of my formidables, style fight
Dictionary dicks depict the sicker shit than they can ever be and be triumphant
On top, Ong Bak a nigga trumpet
Knee-caps and elbows, to skull caps, and pell-hose, on Rodeo, on Melrose, aw hell no
Red fur impersonating Elmo, but this my world, lalala, lalalalalala
No, that's going to fuck it up
Tsk, It's not going, it's not going to fuck it up!
It's not going to fuck it up!
I swear that's not what f-
