[Lyric] Doomed Entrance (Ben Al (USA))

[Ben Al]

I hob knob wit snobs who drink outta gold goblets

Do coke off of keys and laugh at the world’s problems

Feelin like Sadako twistin a thousand planes

Outta habit I hadn’t missed a day in a thousand straight

The Valet gone cough when he hop in what we droppin off

Shit look like a cumulus seepin out the sunroof of it

Apollo and 4 horses returnin from a Lunar trip

Apollo 13 Tom Hanks with the Buddha lit

Risin up the steps of knowledge Blue Barracuda shit

Black Hemi Cuda shit, mixin hustle with muscle of
A talented hooligan, who don’t give a fuck about you

You, or you, or him, Just about this money, it’s the

Rap Ranger Megazord / The leader of the Autobots

Yea I smoke a lot of pot / It makes everything Funny

And it look like Roger Klautz / verde / orange hair

Ben Al don’t care what the fuck you say about

Me and my crew nigga cause we flyer than you and yours

Higher than humans soar, your bitch livin wit you

But she dyin to do the 4, this shit is Fantasitc

I feel like the human torch, blowin boombastic

And sippin Cliquot and riding in some shit you only seen

On Gran Turismo, 66 green goat I keep it G.T.O. the fullest

Blowin on my goodness, flow floatin on kush but my
Ass on them kushions / peddle flows / push dro

But its nothin like peddle pushin, spittin verses on God’s gift

I got the Devil shookin, get on my level Rookie

Ben Al move the crowd, you get shookin when several lookin

Now look at me now, wit the planets like an overweight momma

I’m the heavyweight champion, the red clay monsta

And I stay wit 2 bitches down to do the Jane Fonda

Its Not a Stain on Me you can’t keep the stains off ya

New flow new story still the same author

Still appeal to everybody / what’s good? / Que Pasa?

Keep it deep writin lyrics while colorin Mandalas

And you love it like B.I.G. when bitches called him Big Poppa

It’s Your Boy…