Lyrics to The Long Way
Ah, ayy, ayy
Shouts out to all my conspiracy theorists
This is Wendy Day from Rap Coalition, RZA... Big Boy, Fazid...
Soul On Ice Part Two
Watered the bush, I was 14, breakin'
Raisin', fake I.D. from Eric Davis
Good vibrations, Kehlani first to take-off in an altercation (Facts, facts)
Like Walter Payton, running back to the drama with our 40 oz bottles
The Aussies call it Mackers, we call it McDonalds
I know hoes from Toronto who collect vinyl
Then bust it wide open at the Spearmint Rhino
Was thinkin' about settlin' down, but these hoes got their head in the cloud
So I'm celibate now, lasted a couple months then its back to being slut puppy (Hahaha)
Jumping off like adrenaline junkies (X-boy)
My brother Curt, my brother Clee, my brother Nummy, go dummy
Wais P never let me go hungry
40 a diva dude, 10 pair of the same Gucci shoes
My revolver big and black like Terry Crews (Ooh)
I just love the culture and the bag, gee
Mystery to me why you dressin' like Mr. T
Ten skinny ass gold chains like chokers
I just put bitcoins inside my penny loafers (Oh)
Moonwalkin' across your sofa
Trap musicians, y'all overdose, we get doper!
North, East, West, South, we all connected (Woo)
It's hard to defend against the unexpected (Nigga)
They just found the right one, the right time, wrong day
Even if the needle skip, homie let the song play
Kept it 100 when them suckas acted strange
Already, I fuck with you the long way
Right one, right time, wrong day
Even if the needle—, homie let the song play
Kept it 100 when them suckas acted strange
All day, I fuck with you the long way
Midtown, '88, Venice and La Brea
17, graffiti writing, fly Rhymesayer
Hanging with the Crips clash, almost catchin' whiplash
Watchin' my own back, the government sold crack
We ran Sherman square, sometimes we'd brawl
Reading William S. Cooper and "The Final Call"
"Behold a Pale Horse", and pray for the sheeple
Used to move pounds, now we all smoke legal
Higher than any Eagle album ever charted
9/11 was an inside job, don't get me started
Ancient secrets were guarded, pillaged and marauded
The Christians crusaded, and natives got slaughtered
But every single holiday you celebrate's pagan
And Hinkley loved Jodi so he shot Ron Reagan
Live from Copenhagen, fightin' out of California
I'm running up on ya, I ain't gonna warn ya
They just found the right one, the right time, wrong day
Even if the needle skip, homie let the song play
Kept it 100 when them suckas acted strange
Already, I fuck with you the long way
Right one, right time, wrong day
Even if the needle—, homie let the song play
Kept it 100 when them suckas acted strange
All day, I fuck with you the long way
Shouts out to all my conspiracy theorists
This is Wendy Day from Rap Coalition, RZA... Big Boy, Fazid...
Soul On Ice Part Two
Watered the bush, I was 14, breakin'
Raisin', fake I.D. from Eric Davis
Good vibrations, Kehlani first to take-off in an altercation (Facts, facts)
Like Walter Payton, running back to the drama with our 40 oz bottles
The Aussies call it Mackers, we call it McDonalds
I know hoes from Toronto who collect vinyl
Then bust it wide open at the Spearmint Rhino
Was thinkin' about settlin' down, but these hoes got their head in the cloud
So I'm celibate now, lasted a couple months then its back to being slut puppy (Hahaha)
Jumping off like adrenaline junkies (X-boy)
My brother Curt, my brother Clee, my brother Nummy, go dummy
Wais P never let me go hungry
40 a diva dude, 10 pair of the same Gucci shoes
My revolver big and black like Terry Crews (Ooh)
I just love the culture and the bag, gee
Mystery to me why you dressin' like Mr. T
Ten skinny ass gold chains like chokers
I just put bitcoins inside my penny loafers (Oh)
Moonwalkin' across your sofa
Trap musicians, y'all overdose, we get doper!
North, East, West, South, we all connected (Woo)
It's hard to defend against the unexpected (Nigga)
They just found the right one, the right time, wrong day
Even if the needle skip, homie let the song play
Kept it 100 when them suckas acted strange
Already, I fuck with you the long way
Right one, right time, wrong day
Even if the needle—, homie let the song play
Kept it 100 when them suckas acted strange
All day, I fuck with you the long way
Midtown, '88, Venice and La Brea
17, graffiti writing, fly Rhymesayer
Hanging with the Crips clash, almost catchin' whiplash
Watchin' my own back, the government sold crack
We ran Sherman square, sometimes we'd brawl
Reading William S. Cooper and "The Final Call"
"Behold a Pale Horse", and pray for the sheeple
Used to move pounds, now we all smoke legal
Higher than any Eagle album ever charted
9/11 was an inside job, don't get me started
Ancient secrets were guarded, pillaged and marauded
The Christians crusaded, and natives got slaughtered
But every single holiday you celebrate's pagan
And Hinkley loved Jodi so he shot Ron Reagan
Live from Copenhagen, fightin' out of California
I'm running up on ya, I ain't gonna warn ya
They just found the right one, the right time, wrong day
Even if the needle skip, homie let the song play
Kept it 100 when them suckas acted strange
Already, I fuck with you the long way
Right one, right time, wrong day
Even if the needle—, homie let the song play
Kept it 100 when them suckas acted strange
All day, I fuck with you the long way
