Intro
That is a new kind of poetry, that is the poetry of the dancing bee, that tells us where the honey is. And I think that in order to create that language we're going to have to learn how you can go through a looking-glass into another kind of perception, in which you have that sense of being united to all things, and suddenly you understand everything
Cop new vans, get advanced (get advanced)
Pass me the dutch, smoke it fast (smoke it fast)
Surpass the most with holy steeze, pops hated whеn he had to pay the fees, but he kеpt me flyer than most kids (most kids), had me rocking DCs and Nikes (Nikes)
Bitch bite me, I'm good for your soul
The ass reverse it ain't parkin
Your style mad rehearsed
Niggers facing dry season motivated by thirst (they motivated by thirst)
They cop new vans to try to stand a chance
Assimilate a new balance now
Mother fucker kiss the ground, you ain't fit to stand with kings
Rocking precious things
My bitch got a vicious sting
Break your neck, crack your spine tryna look behind, your kicks look a bit oversized
My shit fits like it's customized, stand corrected in them Nikes
Watch where you step in the streets of Jozi
(niggers intentions like low key lighting)X5
Short chorus
If street and class made a baby, (that mother fucker would be like me)X3
Hype would prosper if they had us on the mag, if you fuck with the tamers you're the man
[Lkngls let them have the jam (let them have the jam)]x2
Full chorus
[If street and class made a baby (baby...), that mother fucker would be like me (like me)
Dope vans and them Nikes (Nikes....), new balance with some fly Ts (fly Ts...)] x2
That is a new kind of poetry, that is the poetry of the dancing bee, that tells us where the honey is. And I think that in order to create that language we're going to have to learn how you can go through a looking-glass into another kind of perception, in which you have that sense of being united to all things, and suddenly you understand everything
Cop new vans, get advanced (get advanced)
Pass me the dutch, smoke it fast (smoke it fast)
Surpass the most with holy steeze, pops hated whеn he had to pay the fees, but he kеpt me flyer than most kids (most kids), had me rocking DCs and Nikes (Nikes)
Bitch bite me, I'm good for your soul
The ass reverse it ain't parkin
Your style mad rehearsed
Niggers facing dry season motivated by thirst (they motivated by thirst)
They cop new vans to try to stand a chance
Assimilate a new balance now
Mother fucker kiss the ground, you ain't fit to stand with kings
Rocking precious things
My bitch got a vicious sting
Break your neck, crack your spine tryna look behind, your kicks look a bit oversized
My shit fits like it's customized, stand corrected in them Nikes
Watch where you step in the streets of Jozi
(niggers intentions like low key lighting)X5
Short chorus
If street and class made a baby, (that mother fucker would be like me)X3
Hype would prosper if they had us on the mag, if you fuck with the tamers you're the man
[Lkngls let them have the jam (let them have the jam)]x2
Full chorus
[If street and class made a baby (baby...), that mother fucker would be like me (like me)
Dope vans and them Nikes (Nikes....), new balance with some fly Ts (fly Ts...)] x2
( Dras Doobi )
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