[Verse 1: CHRONIC]
Okey dokey
When I’m lonely; toke on dope, G
I’m so fucking high that I might touch the sky
Cuz I fucking hit the pipe and I’m talking weed
THC, not Methamphetamines cuz it’s not a friend of me
Smoke two fifties like it’s ten to three
And every cunt wants beef like its raw meat
Just take a seat and listen to me speak
Had ya bitch on her knees and she’s sucking on my D
And it had me feeling, weak, I think she love me cuz my steez
And I tick it on the side like, Nikes
And I got the 95s and they're real tight, G
And I rap finеly and as you can see
I got my lips to a Gatorade, tryna medicate
Thеn I meditate till I’m in a meditative state
And I can’t feel my face, triple X to the A was the motherfuckin' name
Now it’s CHRONIC like I’m fuckin Dr. Dre
I'll roll another J and blow it all away
Cuz I smoke twenty of them four times a day
[Verse 2: JAY]
Oi
Cunts try to test the best with no bulletproof vest for lyric rapidfire
A Future Shock like Drew McIntyre
Verbs like gats you fire, spazz till I see black attire
In fact, this appetiser has to rise from gasifiers
Write in an instant, flows underground like aqueducts
Drive like stick shift, I’m in gear to rap it up
It’s tight like how you wrap a blunt, rad as fuck
The type to bash a cunt on the battlefront with gravel punch-es
I stretch you like lunges, eat tracks like lunches
Just some dumb kid thinking that he’s something
My tracks are chilly, make another shudder
You beating me? It's like Ice Cube, it ain’t over motherfucker
I do my own shit, so fuck what a God desires
Fire flows spit, they came to ME about the forest fires
Arsonist Spartan starting this hardness
Parchment at last is tarnished, guard hits from markets
[Verse 3: CHRONIC]
My shit's got a kick like my name's Bruce Lee
I don't talk shit, man I do it truthfully
And I hit it from the back and I give her bruised knees
And my eyes always red so you know all I do is smoke weed
I'm learning from all the greatest oldest golden teachers
I’m in love with all the features, like the ones that mean shit
Man that’s so facetious
Bars so wavy so I’m feeling sea sick
And I’ve got the key to G shit
The top's my goal, I’m gonna reach it
I got no for time leaches, when I’m tripping out I see shit
Like bro can you fucking see this?
Feeling fine like a feline with nine lives
Only like bad bitches that’s my only fucking type
You don’t know behind the scenes, might go ghost like a Thylacines
And I’m slanging sticks out a fly screen
Bars so hot they make your wife scream
And I eat her up like she’s ice cream
And I swear every dog gets a day
Grey in the face from mistakes that were fucking made
Wish the pain could decay, it's getting worse every day
Now cunts say what they say
But I got a hand, on my blade, on my blade
Who's this? Who's this? It's me with a fucking huge shiv
Swinging it once, swing it twice and I pray that you die
Fuck you cunt, got blood on my brand new Nikes
And you know I tick it on the side like my 95s
[Verse 4: JAY]
Jay C-A-P-O-N-E, man
Me and my clan stay tight like sailor knots, we raging to drop
Cunts say that life’s a gamble but I’m the one who’s playing the the slots
The flavour is hot
We rockin the spot like the funk doctor Spock with Cosmic Slop
Top notch hot shots, I’m sick and I see no peak
Me on a beat is like Guerrero with Latino Heat
Believe I’m bodying this shit, it’s what my ego seeks
Your dream motifs get wiped from my deep flow beams (Shit's obscene)
How much dopeness does a kilo bring?
It’s Key note things, a Godfather I’m Vito the King, uh
Love the bars, I rip flows for the art of it
Don’t get me started on shit shows, I laugh at it
Rapping to me believe I’m spittin like a thousand Glocks
Clowns are ticks like hours clock, I’m bound rock this sound cause it’s hot
You crowds are cocks, I’m crazier than your pounds of rocks
You’ve had your fun and now it’s stops the power drops from nouns and I’m off
[Outro: JAY]
Fuck you
Okey dokey
When I’m lonely; toke on dope, G
I’m so fucking high that I might touch the sky
Cuz I fucking hit the pipe and I’m talking weed
THC, not Methamphetamines cuz it’s not a friend of me
Smoke two fifties like it’s ten to three
And every cunt wants beef like its raw meat
Just take a seat and listen to me speak
Had ya bitch on her knees and she’s sucking on my D
And it had me feeling, weak, I think she love me cuz my steez
And I tick it on the side like, Nikes
And I got the 95s and they're real tight, G
And I rap finеly and as you can see
I got my lips to a Gatorade, tryna medicate
Thеn I meditate till I’m in a meditative state
And I can’t feel my face, triple X to the A was the motherfuckin' name
Now it’s CHRONIC like I’m fuckin Dr. Dre
I'll roll another J and blow it all away
Cuz I smoke twenty of them four times a day
[Verse 2: JAY]
Oi
Cunts try to test the best with no bulletproof vest for lyric rapidfire
A Future Shock like Drew McIntyre
Verbs like gats you fire, spazz till I see black attire
In fact, this appetiser has to rise from gasifiers
Write in an instant, flows underground like aqueducts
Drive like stick shift, I’m in gear to rap it up
It’s tight like how you wrap a blunt, rad as fuck
The type to bash a cunt on the battlefront with gravel punch-es
I stretch you like lunges, eat tracks like lunches
Just some dumb kid thinking that he’s something
My tracks are chilly, make another shudder
You beating me? It's like Ice Cube, it ain’t over motherfucker
I do my own shit, so fuck what a God desires
Fire flows spit, they came to ME about the forest fires
Arsonist Spartan starting this hardness
Parchment at last is tarnished, guard hits from markets
[Verse 3: CHRONIC]
My shit's got a kick like my name's Bruce Lee
I don't talk shit, man I do it truthfully
And I hit it from the back and I give her bruised knees
And my eyes always red so you know all I do is smoke weed
I'm learning from all the greatest oldest golden teachers
I’m in love with all the features, like the ones that mean shit
Man that’s so facetious
Bars so wavy so I’m feeling sea sick
And I’ve got the key to G shit
The top's my goal, I’m gonna reach it
I got no for time leaches, when I’m tripping out I see shit
Like bro can you fucking see this?
Feeling fine like a feline with nine lives
Only like bad bitches that’s my only fucking type
You don’t know behind the scenes, might go ghost like a Thylacines
And I’m slanging sticks out a fly screen
Bars so hot they make your wife scream
And I eat her up like she’s ice cream
And I swear every dog gets a day
Grey in the face from mistakes that were fucking made
Wish the pain could decay, it's getting worse every day
Now cunts say what they say
But I got a hand, on my blade, on my blade
Who's this? Who's this? It's me with a fucking huge shiv
Swinging it once, swing it twice and I pray that you die
Fuck you cunt, got blood on my brand new Nikes
And you know I tick it on the side like my 95s
[Verse 4: JAY]
Jay C-A-P-O-N-E, man
Me and my clan stay tight like sailor knots, we raging to drop
Cunts say that life’s a gamble but I’m the one who’s playing the the slots
The flavour is hot
We rockin the spot like the funk doctor Spock with Cosmic Slop
Top notch hot shots, I’m sick and I see no peak
Me on a beat is like Guerrero with Latino Heat
Believe I’m bodying this shit, it’s what my ego seeks
Your dream motifs get wiped from my deep flow beams (Shit's obscene)
How much dopeness does a kilo bring?
It’s Key note things, a Godfather I’m Vito the King, uh
Love the bars, I rip flows for the art of it
Don’t get me started on shit shows, I laugh at it
Rapping to me believe I’m spittin like a thousand Glocks
Clowns are ticks like hours clock, I’m bound rock this sound cause it’s hot
You crowds are cocks, I’m crazier than your pounds of rocks
You’ve had your fun and now it’s stops the power drops from nouns and I’m off
[Outro: JAY]
Fuck you
( CHRONIC x JAY )
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