Peace to the Rio, trying to show ladies that there's more to mio
Just spittin' for the people
Throughout the wide world, replenish my fetish for suicide girls
'Fore I start jottin' the right pearls
Now I got a new taste for the beach and diversity in the streets
Mad folks to meet
I don't speak Portuguese, could you please direct me
To that cultural boundary calling loudly?
This is that "I met a girl story on foreign land"
Making her wave hands as I break the mic stand
Carioca girl, mad hospitality
Hold hands walking in the hot sun casually
You couldn't possibly see me as pretty as I was in this city
Never strictly silly
I'll clown only if you let your guard down
Smart sound as the light bulb dings before I'm out
Playing with some contact, then I realize a mutual mind
Is hard to find, but that's fine
We can agree to disagree, and shine peacefully
As she passes the sunscreen
But dreams only last so long, I got to move on
The pleasure disarms, I'm gone, that was so wrong
Up in the hotel samplin', ramblin', mumblin' mayhem
Metaphors out the mouth during trainin'
Idiot savant breakin' records, see me as sick
Coming out of Rio with my beats polished
Before I get on it we go sound shoppin'
Embarkin' on a chop fest that's honest to Godness
Keep it agnostic for the sake of the context
Rappers with sloppy lollies are actin' all Bronson
Not a problem as I live the lifestyle of a pothead
Burnin' leaves on the same beach we got 'em
Stylized phonics, a message in the alphabet
Word is my bondage, solve it for the spectators
Everybody's on it, could it be if it was less exclusive
We'd still outshine the students?
Proof is in the puddin', got a lot to learn in life
And this vacation has increased relations
Between rap flavors, along with beat makers
Smokin' cigarillos with a sweet tea chaser
Embrace the team, don't impede on our scheme
Preach thoughts still printed off of the writing machine
Siamese dream, wise weaponry
TNT style's loud, the crowd's pleased
Scripted verses, money to earn
Wise and F-Plus, double plus deluxe
Wise/Weapon - Double Plus Deluxe Lyrics
Wise/Weapon - Double Plus Deluxe Lyrics
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Peace to the Rio, trying to show ladies that there's more to mio
Just spittin' for the people
Throughout the wide world, replenish my fetish for suicide girls
'Fore I start jottin' the right pearls
Now I got a new taste for the beach and diversity in the streets
Mad folks to meet
I don't speak Portuguese, could you please direct me
To that cultural boundary calling loudly?
This is that "I met a girl story on foreign land"
Making her wave hands as I break the mic stand
Carioca girl, mad hospitality
Hold hands walking in the hot sun casually
You couldn't possibly see me as pretty as I was in this city
Never strictly silly
I'll clown only if you let your guard down
Smart sound as the light bulb dings before I'm out
Playing with some contact, then I realize a mutual mind
Is hard to find, but that's fine
We can agree to disagree, and shine peacefully
As she passes the sunscreen
But dreams only last so long, I got to move on
The pleasure disarms, I'm gone, that was so wrong
Up in the hotel samplin', ramblin', mumblin' mayhem
Metaphors out the mouth during trainin'
Idiot savant breakin' records, see me as sick
Coming out of Rio with my beats polished
Before I get on it we go sound shoppin'
Embarkin' on a chop fest that's honest to Godness
Keep it agnostic for the sake of the context
Rappers with sloppy lollies are actin' all Bronson
Not a problem as I live the lifestyle of a pothead
Burnin' leaves on the same beach we got 'em
Stylized phonics, a message in the alphabet
Word is my bondage, solve it for the spectators
Everybody's on it, could it be if it was less exclusive
We'd still outshine the students?
Proof is in the puddin', got a lot to learn in life
And this vacation has increased relations
Between rap flavors, along with beat makers
Smokin' cigarillos with a sweet tea chaser
Embrace the team, don't impede on our scheme
Preach thoughts still printed off of the writing machine
Siamese dream, wise weaponry
TNT style's loud, the crowd's pleased
Scripted verses, money to earn
Wise and F-Plus, double plus deluxe
Just spittin' for the people
Throughout the wide world, replenish my fetish for suicide girls
'Fore I start jottin' the right pearls
Now I got a new taste for the beach and diversity in the streets
Mad folks to meet
I don't speak Portuguese, could you please direct me
To that cultural boundary calling loudly?
This is that "I met a girl story on foreign land"
Making her wave hands as I break the mic stand
Carioca girl, mad hospitality
Hold hands walking in the hot sun casually
You couldn't possibly see me as pretty as I was in this city
Never strictly silly
I'll clown only if you let your guard down
Smart sound as the light bulb dings before I'm out
Playing with some contact, then I realize a mutual mind
Is hard to find, but that's fine
We can agree to disagree, and shine peacefully
As she passes the sunscreen
But dreams only last so long, I got to move on
The pleasure disarms, I'm gone, that was so wrong
Up in the hotel samplin', ramblin', mumblin' mayhem
Metaphors out the mouth during trainin'
Idiot savant breakin' records, see me as sick
Coming out of Rio with my beats polished
Before I get on it we go sound shoppin'
Embarkin' on a chop fest that's honest to Godness
Keep it agnostic for the sake of the context
Rappers with sloppy lollies are actin' all Bronson
Not a problem as I live the lifestyle of a pothead
Burnin' leaves on the same beach we got 'em
Stylized phonics, a message in the alphabet
Word is my bondage, solve it for the spectators
Everybody's on it, could it be if it was less exclusive
We'd still outshine the students?
Proof is in the puddin', got a lot to learn in life
And this vacation has increased relations
Between rap flavors, along with beat makers
Smokin' cigarillos with a sweet tea chaser
Embrace the team, don't impede on our scheme
Preach thoughts still printed off of the writing machine
Siamese dream, wise weaponry
TNT style's loud, the crowd's pleased
Scripted verses, money to earn
Wise and F-Plus, double plus deluxe
Writer: William Cabassa
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