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dopey ziegler - khamsa lyrics

[intro: navi & dopey ziegler]
i need the network password
what you can’t log in? why?
no. i gotta use the phone internet to get the lyrics for the song. what’s your network?
boney d+cks thirty+two++
spell it++
b+o+n+y+d+i+e+k+q+s++
why would you call it that?

[verse 1: navi & dopey ziegler]
when navi crack a beat that needs boggling, flow exceeds bottling
dasani calls hobbling my whole cell quadrant
resulting mad scramble vandal derail transit
man sorry, tend to ramble off on detailed tangents
red light candle to the best mic squadron
i don’t even watch p+rn but, d was not an option
we’ll provide the airborne complemental popcorn
funk it like the boot’s torn continental shoeh+rn
fitting how we kicking it. askew and true and different
you would think we’d turned to liquid ‘stead of being branded
granted! we got a couple notches on the belt
couple van gogh spotches on the canvas on the shelf
h+ll, from doing sleight of hand tricks, arguing semantics
the best in the west while i rep the midatlantic
check + beat sl!ck beatnik with the v+tech
flooding like the c deck on the titanic
[verse 2: dopey ziegler & navi]
come correct, sample chops thumpin out a grungy deck
drunk as heck lunging for the jugular as i’m underfed
h0m+cidal jungle cat, only settled under beds
catch me in an ultralight vibin eatin wonder bread
one percent, never pay for beats tho bummin
sixteen for a hunned fif, haggle i’ma double it
dragon with the funny spits, cashin out the money chips
lampin with a honeydip, abandon all you dummy kids
gully sh+t shift the tonearm for the needle drop
beat is hot, keep it under raps like a secret op
hatin ain’t flying like a eagle if it eat a lot
really not tryna peep you demons so i’m peacin’ ock
somethin like victor laszlo in casablanca
anaconda and a one+ton uzi in the tonka
stomp ya, somewhat same frame as a wampa
bonkers, big gold chain with a khamsa

[verse 3: dopey ziegler]
villain with the penmanship, pilsner in the mini fridge
k!llin it, spit through black filters for the sibilants
we listened to your sh+t, you should rescind it for your benefit
metamystik kids, nik and myf was in the syndicate

[verse 4: navi]
things might seem to get much more intricate
hanging with the lions of the jungle, a+wimboweh
spin direct messages that intercept your cinderella
sessions over rapper+type impressions while i’m in tibet
[verse 5: dopey ziegler]
tintin, simba in the set slippin piff in cigarettes
fader’s darth vader’s hot saber when i hit the decks
hitting heads with some writtens that i interject
since 05’s internet, mmi, in effect

[verse 6: navi & dopey ziegler]
mmi in effect, and i’m eyeing the rest
and i’m mayan, i guess, just beyond the calendar
crispy on a caliber of whiskey oak barrelers
man, i love this sh+t oh yeah, why don’t you marry her?
maybe i will!

[outro: navi]
ugh, outro, x amount of bars, fade to silence
this is the end for me, that’s, i don’t know how much of the song is left, but++ that is all that i am on on this. (yeah couple more bares right now.) yeah, i know theres a bunch of scratch work here and you’ll prolly do something over this part. shimba

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