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bu hip-hop - stanthem lyrics

[e da buddha]

yo
buddha transcendentalist
mental ascending ventriloquistic kid with the splendid sh-t
pitting his spirit against the imps of the river of living
leaving livid squid-looking b-tches slit with scissors for wrists with their sh-t in the mist
(ahh) you shoot but you miss
you cannot destroy that which does not exist
chew you up like a crisp, sending you flying like my fist
i ain’t even trying, never lying, sever lines, king of lions, sipping wine, getting mine, hitting mimes and they’re like:
“…”
ouch that hurt
either way man i’ma get your girl
i don’t play (yak) make you eat your dirt
eating haters like some d-mn yoghurt
crushing your back like a d-mn boulder
voldemort saying rap vulture
i don’t really pray d-mn sure don’t tweak
getting on my grind and i’m putting in my work
your heart’s t–tering on the bring of insanity sinking due to manically driven magically -ssisted yours-truly
nothing can stop me from getting to the top of the mountain and plunging into the fountain unwinding while i’m fighting the phantoms
leaving you in abandonment while you barely beginning to fathom my exit from the stratosphere
when the earth shakes
and the skies shift
and your eyes lift
tremble in fear
that must mean that the buddha is near

[hook]
like that homie
like that homie
bu stans fam that’s the pack homie
spit facts homie
get clacked homie
get back homie
like that homie
stand up get your hands up
get your grams up f-cking stans up
ghost riding in our phantom
get hyphy for the stanthem
[hook]

[kable]
bu stans fam on that volume two
popping off hot as a revolver do
-clack-
yea you heard the shot
now here’s the follow through
we turn a verb to stock
cos we got words in stock
on deck
i’ll knock your perch to earth if you ain’t falling back
i’ll put your words to work arrest your cardiac
you think you swag the surf well i’m the shark attack
you fools is artifacts
paragraphs like we been handling gats but i ain’t man the ratchet
i’m a handyman but ain’t a fan of the casket
so i plan my hand and execute with the hatchet
they ain’t need that sh-t
they ain’t want that sh-t
they ain’t see that sh-t
they just need practice
i ain’t even rapping
got that fix for the fiends and they need that sh-t
so i keep trapping (ahh)

[inspecta]
close your eyes and imagine it
we the guys who keep vanishing the doubtful and freezin’ haters like mannequins
stay panicking, the stans is piff, when we got the mic equipped
our rhetoric is so ill, we be spittin cancer, b-tch!
go and ask whose mans this is, pockets green like cannabis
we’ll sink you like atlantis and t-tanic ships, we handle it
cold stone spittas. beat on your chest, gorillas
we bring the heat, please…are st–z makes you get our yo seats more quicker

[inspecta]
it’s been a minute since i’ve been in it so witness this
the top dog feeding on you p-ssies like what kittens is
a spit dribbling savage, put your egos in a casket
breaking thermometers, i’m sicker than your average
like i had an extra chromosome, you know how i get down
sick sound, lay the bic down, i fit crowns
back packs filled with raps, your girl loves my style
rapped up, strapped up, c-cking back our verbal techs
we the type of kids to make cap guns become murderous

[kable]
rap lines in my notebook
flatlines when my notes cook
p-ss the time with that crack rhyme
homie act right or get your boat shook
ya’ll get no looks
bu stans fam run the show look
ya’ll is no good
get your show took
sn-tched homie
ain’t a pro you ain’t flowing like that homie
you ain’t know stans bout to be in high demand
this a jam go hard from the p to the am
i’m feeding them d-mn
the flow they be needing a d-mn
that’s that volume
tell my dog to turn up the volume
yo bang that sh-t
got the ill spits tryna slang that sh-t
bu stans fam we arrange that hit
bars like we finna straight detain that sh-t
hang that sh-t

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