BLAQKNOIZ
Yo
Excuse me, garcon?
So much fire out the kitchen, think it's arson
We just mixing what we spitting with the car bomb
Carbon fiber from the liars with the jargon
Get you higher than the lighters of the gore gun
Gorgonite just like my soldiers small as stun guns
More than night, I bring the fight upon the organs
Like that flask kept outta sight, full of store-rum
Coke for your sore gums? Ignore your dentist
Why you sitting on your bum? You should learn to be a chemist
Ain't no washing off a blemish, even less if you embellished
This that hellish epidemic, playing tennis in a crevasse
Menace for a rookie, you can call me Dennis Quaid
I'mma make you get the message, leave you reddish in the face
Here to leave you out of breath at like a seventh of my pace
Diamond in the wreckage, like it, doesn't mind my grade
I'm too chubby for the stage, I should really get down
But I'm stubborn for the rage, gotta raise me a crowd
Too strong to hit your gauge, only warning is the sound
Shaking, be not mistaken! It's the Planet Underground, woo!
ACW, smack you down raw!
Rain on parades, they praise the downpour!
Y'all trying to stand out? See me, I outlaw
Tell a crowd "Jump!" and they tell me "how tall?"
My worldview is a written assignment
The truth is, you gotta listen to find it
Capsized ships, when the temperatures rising like
Capital lies... Second Samuel
Carjack, manual drive, detach mandibles
If anybody say "man you a liar", Man, you a lie!
When I leave, you could keep the report card
A piston in the sports car, Fist of the North Star
Just another brother from a battle zone
Crucible, as usual, my only holy matrimone
Having no fear, but the fear itself
Having no clear, like a monk with no cheer
When fear itself, starts to fear his self
Why? All of a sudden, it becomes so clear!
Initial responses lost in translation
Money like the crop, the shops, the plantation...
'Cause they got half that trickle, gassing, they got the answers, Jack
Know it's hard to handle has-been, the hardest head imagined
The madness I've gathered, no hope, them live with the racket
Langston loopy, loopy, and lavished the Hughes out of habit
Just oughta get a wave, underwater, I hung, the keys are hollow
Mellow, but hold the grotto, guessing I'll owe tomorrow
Some pleasantry as effigy, a separate need, I step at least
With pep for peace I rest the leash, sheesh
Got past that dismal glass! Said they got it from the Bat
With the cauldron, you'd imagine, don't gather from the rafters
No hold up, heed the rapping
Mask in riddles, gagged, said they got the answers, ass
Know it's hardly random as-is, the hardest yet to stand-in
Will leave your bitch abandoned so write a bitch some baggage
This week on hitters? Hazards, saw fit to overlap them
We sicken the slap, twist, and timber the task
Just speak when no one listens, to me, living is cheap!
Dirt weed, you ain't shit kid! Given but not seen!
Through the headlights of what isn't Soundcamp or Bandcloud
POTUS, my pen loud, quote this and sit down
With an eighth of sour piss...
Is that piss?
Sour Piss (feat. homieunculus, Zen Stokely & Smith the Poet) Video (MV)
Performed By: The Thought
Language: English
Length: 3:37
Written by: Christian Smith, Jack Mabie, Kito Stallworth
The Thought - Sour Piss (feat. homieunculus, Zen Stokely & Smith the Poet) Lyrics
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English
BLAQKNOIZ
Yo
Excuse me, garcon?
So much fire out the kitchen, think it's arson
We just mixing what we spitting with the car bomb
Carbon fiber from the liars with the jargon
Get you higher than the lighters of the gore gun
Gorgonite just like my soldiers small as stun guns
More than night, I bring the fight upon the organs
Like that flask kept outta sight, full of store-rum
Coke for your sore gums? Ignore your dentist
Why you sitting on your bum? You should learn to be a chemist
Ain't no washing off a blemish, even less if you embellished
This that hellish epidemic, playing tennis in a crevasse
Menace for a rookie, you can call me Dennis Quaid
I'mma make you get the message, leave you reddish in the face
Here to leave you out of breath at like a seventh of my pace
Diamond in the wreckage, like it, doesn't mind my grade
I'm too chubby for the stage, I should really get down
But I'm stubborn for the rage, gotta raise me a crowd
Too strong to hit your gauge, only warning is the sound
Shaking, be not mistaken! It's the Planet Underground, woo!
ACW, smack you down raw!
Rain on parades, they praise the downpour!
Y'all trying to stand out? See me, I outlaw
Tell a crowd "Jump!" and they tell me "how tall?"
My worldview is a written assignment
The truth is, you gotta listen to find it
Capsized ships, when the temperatures rising like
Capital lies... Second Samuel
Carjack, manual drive, detach mandibles
If anybody say "man you a liar", Man, you a lie!
When I leave, you could keep the report card
A piston in the sports car, Fist of the North Star
Just another brother from a battle zone
Crucible, as usual, my only holy matrimone
Having no fear, but the fear itself
Having no clear, like a monk with no cheer
When fear itself, starts to fear his self
Why? All of a sudden, it becomes so clear!
Initial responses lost in translation
Money like the crop, the shops, the plantation...
'Cause they got half that trickle, gassing, they got the answers, Jack
Know it's hard to handle has-been, the hardest head imagined
The madness I've gathered, no hope, them live with the racket
Langston loopy, loopy, and lavished the Hughes out of habit
Just oughta get a wave, underwater, I hung, the keys are hollow
Mellow, but hold the grotto, guessing I'll owe tomorrow
Some pleasantry as effigy, a separate need, I step at least
With pep for peace I rest the leash, sheesh
Got past that dismal glass! Said they got it from the Bat
With the cauldron, you'd imagine, don't gather from the rafters
No hold up, heed the rapping
Mask in riddles, gagged, said they got the answers, ass
Know it's hardly random as-is, the hardest yet to stand-in
Will leave your bitch abandoned so write a bitch some baggage
This week on hitters? Hazards, saw fit to overlap them
We sicken the slap, twist, and timber the task
Just speak when no one listens, to me, living is cheap!
Dirt weed, you ain't shit kid! Given but not seen!
Through the headlights of what isn't Soundcamp or Bandcloud
POTUS, my pen loud, quote this and sit down
With an eighth of sour piss...
Is that piss?
Yo
Excuse me, garcon?
So much fire out the kitchen, think it's arson
We just mixing what we spitting with the car bomb
Carbon fiber from the liars with the jargon
Get you higher than the lighters of the gore gun
Gorgonite just like my soldiers small as stun guns
More than night, I bring the fight upon the organs
Like that flask kept outta sight, full of store-rum
Coke for your sore gums? Ignore your dentist
Why you sitting on your bum? You should learn to be a chemist
Ain't no washing off a blemish, even less if you embellished
This that hellish epidemic, playing tennis in a crevasse
Menace for a rookie, you can call me Dennis Quaid
I'mma make you get the message, leave you reddish in the face
Here to leave you out of breath at like a seventh of my pace
Diamond in the wreckage, like it, doesn't mind my grade
I'm too chubby for the stage, I should really get down
But I'm stubborn for the rage, gotta raise me a crowd
Too strong to hit your gauge, only warning is the sound
Shaking, be not mistaken! It's the Planet Underground, woo!
ACW, smack you down raw!
Rain on parades, they praise the downpour!
Y'all trying to stand out? See me, I outlaw
Tell a crowd "Jump!" and they tell me "how tall?"
My worldview is a written assignment
The truth is, you gotta listen to find it
Capsized ships, when the temperatures rising like
Capital lies... Second Samuel
Carjack, manual drive, detach mandibles
If anybody say "man you a liar", Man, you a lie!
When I leave, you could keep the report card
A piston in the sports car, Fist of the North Star
Just another brother from a battle zone
Crucible, as usual, my only holy matrimone
Having no fear, but the fear itself
Having no clear, like a monk with no cheer
When fear itself, starts to fear his self
Why? All of a sudden, it becomes so clear!
Initial responses lost in translation
Money like the crop, the shops, the plantation...
'Cause they got half that trickle, gassing, they got the answers, Jack
Know it's hard to handle has-been, the hardest head imagined
The madness I've gathered, no hope, them live with the racket
Langston loopy, loopy, and lavished the Hughes out of habit
Just oughta get a wave, underwater, I hung, the keys are hollow
Mellow, but hold the grotto, guessing I'll owe tomorrow
Some pleasantry as effigy, a separate need, I step at least
With pep for peace I rest the leash, sheesh
Got past that dismal glass! Said they got it from the Bat
With the cauldron, you'd imagine, don't gather from the rafters
No hold up, heed the rapping
Mask in riddles, gagged, said they got the answers, ass
Know it's hardly random as-is, the hardest yet to stand-in
Will leave your bitch abandoned so write a bitch some baggage
This week on hitters? Hazards, saw fit to overlap them
We sicken the slap, twist, and timber the task
Just speak when no one listens, to me, living is cheap!
Dirt weed, you ain't shit kid! Given but not seen!
Through the headlights of what isn't Soundcamp or Bandcloud
POTUS, my pen loud, quote this and sit down
With an eighth of sour piss...
Is that piss?
Writer: Christian Smith, Jack Mabie, Kito Stallworth
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid