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Jonwayne – Gross lyrics
[Intro]
(Uh, yo, check it)
Yooo, Raw Shit
Straight from the Stones Throw studio
Yeah, haha
[Verse 1]
Check it, I sick fear on records, drop cuts within earshot
You [? feel, hear us six cops, sink pierce and switch knobs]
Heads bobbin', your boy's been bobsledding
Down beats before bedrock, lookin' like John Lennon in speech
Nonsense [? are the] common to get robbed of the key
There's no M but the flow is concrete, but bends
Defies gravity, not God, but time
Sent, mind stretch to vibe with the mindset
Laugh at me, I define baffling, I hide mysteries seriously
Back In high school I was voted most likely to defy history
Kicked into the wild with a mic, and some Listerine
Just learnin' to strategize, you're listening
And I got to train for the words, It's brain tingling mang
I hope you know I'm quite insane
The other rappers ain't the same, they just saying "I'm just sayin'"
Here I go again, I'm gonna do it, your boy is so fluid
The whole, damn crew is a Stones Throw away
From being where they be at, crooked
Horizontal on that vertical slant, make it so
Many marks, that we be hurting the map
Just a kid, with a magnifying glass, burning you ants
Serving your ass, daily basis in the trance, so find faith and
Pray for just a leg in cast and
Hope that I don't put your face in the past
[Hook]
You're lookin' like a sperm eating hard boiled eggs in the trash
Gross
Hope that I don't put your face in the past
You're lookin' like a sperm eating hard boiled eggs in the trash
Gross
[Verse 2]
I'm always looking for a reason to toast, to
These moments, like [? bag notes on the train tracks in ghost]
'Cause I'm the best when I guess to know the person reverse
Bust on the spot with no rehearse
I make these fu**ing fa**ots curse, rather [? the purse]
But hey, that's the price to take a stab at the verse
Make sure your feelings are guarded with big dogs and gauntlets
Promise, mama papa, it's about to get retarded
That's how we get down
Get it? (heh)
[Outro]
Shoutouts to [?]
For bringin' in this, multi-track set recorder
So we can get on with the Raw Shit
Shoutouts to Stones Throw, everybody
I signed the papers, about 2 weeks ago
I started workin' on this record
Let's do it
(Uh, yo, check it)
Yooo, Raw Shit
Straight from the Stones Throw studio
Yeah, haha
[Verse 1]
Check it, I sick fear on records, drop cuts within earshot
You [? feel, hear us six cops, sink pierce and switch knobs]
Heads bobbin', your boy's been bobsledding
Down beats before bedrock, lookin' like John Lennon in speech
Nonsense [? are the] common to get robbed of the key
There's no M but the flow is concrete, but bends
Defies gravity, not God, but time
Sent, mind stretch to vibe with the mindset
Laugh at me, I define baffling, I hide mysteries seriously
Back In high school I was voted most likely to defy history
Kicked into the wild with a mic, and some Listerine
Just learnin' to strategize, you're listening
And I got to train for the words, It's brain tingling mang
I hope you know I'm quite insane
The other rappers ain't the same, they just saying "I'm just sayin'"
Here I go again, I'm gonna do it, your boy is so fluid
The whole, damn crew is a Stones Throw away
From being where they be at, crooked
Horizontal on that vertical slant, make it so
Many marks, that we be hurting the map
Just a kid, with a magnifying glass, burning you ants
Serving your ass, daily basis in the trance, so find faith and
Pray for just a leg in cast and
Hope that I don't put your face in the past
[Hook]
You're lookin' like a sperm eating hard boiled eggs in the trash
Gross
Hope that I don't put your face in the past
You're lookin' like a sperm eating hard boiled eggs in the trash
Gross
[Verse 2]
I'm always looking for a reason to toast, to
These moments, like [? bag notes on the train tracks in ghost]
'Cause I'm the best when I guess to know the person reverse
Bust on the spot with no rehearse
I make these fu**ing fa**ots curse, rather [? the purse]
But hey, that's the price to take a stab at the verse
Make sure your feelings are guarded with big dogs and gauntlets
Promise, mama papa, it's about to get retarded
That's how we get down
Get it? (heh)
[Outro]
Shoutouts to [?]
For bringin' in this, multi-track set recorder
So we can get on with the Raw Shit
Shoutouts to Stones Throw, everybody
I signed the papers, about 2 weeks ago
I started workin' on this record
Let's do it
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