Surprise (feat. John Francy & Windross95) Video (MV)

Uh
Yeah
Sleepy Spectre
Chapter One
That was the project, coming to a close
Made it sound so sick
Now it's time to show
A couple of those that made it happen the most
All the silly f*cking tracks we chose
And record their reactions the whole damn time
And mix in their laughing, spread it across
The whole damn record, that's right, John and Ross
I've been recording you this whole entire time and you didn't even know
Now the secret's out, I got one more propose, yeah
Let's get one more freestyle in for the road
So I'll bump up this beat, this motif we chose
Here's the hidden mic, get in real close
Get up out your seats, bring this tape to this close
Three
Two
One, let's go!

Look in here, with your Thus Love t-shirt
Imma make you squirt right all over this turf
This is me, Johnny D, five years later
Still bumpin' tracks and I'm still a hater
Of scooters and rollerblades, JK, I don't care
I'm just a stinky bitch with some stinky air
And I'm hungover and I'm hang dry
Look at me, boy
This is my boy, Ross guy

He's not ready yet

Uh
Uh
I'm traversing on a horse, you got a birth
You got a hearse
You got church
You got blurbs
Read it on your website, words
Everybody comin' in clean, we got shoes on
Except for me and John
Wait no, he's got shoes
Blue's Clues shoes
Uh
That's it

Hahahahaha, yeah
John, take the camera, oh
Oh
Oh
'Cause I butt f*ck, titty f*ck, punk on the beat
Imma need me some luck if I really want to eat
If this was a battle, I'd easily be defeated
Vibin' in my room where we tend to get steep-ed
Stupid, that rhyme was stupid
Ross in the back, lookin' like he gettin' lucid
John in the apps, 'cause he think he dick Cupid
Chicken in the pan, fry it, fry it with the cumin
Sayin' shit backwards: natingrumin
Think I gotta get 'for the song is ruined
Someone take the mic, yeah, yeah
Someone take the mic, uh

Someone f*cked the mic up on me and I'm gonna say
Hey
We never ate the chocolate
But that's okay, 'cause we don't wanna get high
Except emotionally
And I'm feelin' vibed
Uh
He's bowing to the chair
He's something
Something something something something stare
I don't really know what the f*ck I'm supposed to say
But that's okay because
Ahh
Mind's dead
And my brain's fed
Another couple minutes left on this shit
I don't know where I'm f*cking going
Yeah, yeah, yeah, boy, that's goddamn right
Very f*cking trite
Gonna bust a trè flip on your grave again
Twice, motherf*cker!
Again

Gonna eat your waffles again
All your waffles
All of 'em

Do you have anything to say sir?
Any last words?

Syrup is the best

You've got one more time for last words, 'cause I did that early
I didn't plan that actually, there's no early

I don't know how to use this

Oh shit

Alright
I got one more word
Boobs

I would have mic dropped, but I couldn't

Yeah you could

Oh, okay
That was some sabotage

Oh yeah, and John
I knew you were gonna bring it up
And no, I didn't forget the hidden track
Here ya go

Okay
Dreamin' of monks
Meditating over
Eh
Eh
Eh
I'm gonna keep going
Dreamin' of monks
Meditating over serenity
Ponds of blackened water
Illegally ballin like Barry Bonds
I'm in Chicago
Chevy Chase and Marshall Lee
Community ego
Hittin' free throws on the D-low
'Cause I broke into this gym with Ce -Lo
Screamin', "F*ck everybody!" like I'm emotional
2003, Ginseng Lane, Kieran Lane
Filled with Tide like I'm MC Stain
From Promethazine to cocaine
And the Celica with MIA blasting Replica
I'm hanging out with beach punks at Paris Hilton show
Get the ground, they'll let us know eventually
I get the Best Of for free
Imma keep it going
Wee!
Wee!

That was magic