Andrew Chris - Dirty Chai (feat. Kenyatta) Lyrics

Yeah, acknowledge me, I'm a furnace
I like fast and burning
You quite trash, it's concerning
My mic's magically working
This chick's magically twerking
This piece had to be spoken
A slight masterpiece in motion
Kept alive with devotion
Picked the part of the poet
Who puts pain in poems
Placed perfectly on point
And polarizing his voters
The game of life plays sober
Leaves a mind with no closure
Pray the pice put of penmanship
Plenty of vultures ain't for the culture
They play us they posers
Then stick up they noses
Don't think that we notice
Can't John Cena this moment
We still see you, you still see-through
Can't misread you
The jealousy of people
Didn't you hear envy's evil
I pick apart your surface
Just to see what's underneath
And if it's really worth it
And if you really working
I'm scorching all season long
Leave your city burning
And now you sayin' I'm the one
Guess you really learning
Never doubt me, I'm Michael Jordan
The last shot you know I'm scoring
Flows never boring
She ya chick, she whoring at one in the morning
I'm mourning the Mormon who stepped on my Jordan's
Let the bitch breath
I said I'm mourning, Gone
Gone
Until the morning
This my position, no contorting
To shorties I be courting
Conforming you into formals
You ain't royal
Go put the foil in her coil
Homies think I'm hiding
But I'm biting the bullet
Polish off the sounds that I confide in
Push me to the limit till the meter bends
Shove it through the amps
Fans rising like a ramp
Still blazing like a lamp (chai tea)
Sip tea and think about what is a sound
What is music really 'bout
Wonder if it cashes out
Throw it in the pile now
All the dreams are watching now