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e.r.k. the red - rendezvous lyrics

verse 1:
(e.r.k. the red)
mad man – the tazman loon, rapping on jazz band tunes
spittin’ that afghan kush over these bam-bam loops
stoned in fred flint’s home
getting high like i gotta get to heaven by four, twenty
smoking to build residences out my resin, it’s
e.r.k. the red – alert: somebody tell them he’s heading for earth!
f-ck being clever; i’m kicking dexter in laboratories
chopping beats up with these oratorical horror stories
the most morbid oracle; the flowing on zorro, bro
k!ll the z, add an e – now you got yourself a show
made yourself a little dough, now you got yourself some shones
that’s tryna go down low for the down-low on the d-mn c0ke

but that’s a no-no like a low blow
so, leave the snow at home unless you tryna get mutombo’ed at my door
royal rumble in my foyer
plus, have a quarter to call your lawyers, b-tch

chorus:
(e.r.k. the red)
puff, puff, p-ss it
who’s willing to match it?
no pills, no acid
i don’t wan’t nothin’ drastic
i’m just tryna relax, talk cr-p ’bout -sses
sit back, count stacks
blow a jackie onasis

(achilles)
i’m gone off the maui, outie on the cali
if canada dry, we supplying every county

(e.r.k. the red & achilles)
rendezvous with the crews, roast a few doobs
i rendezvous with the crew, roll a few doobs

verse 2:
(achilles)
i said i’m gone off that maui, packed with some mad spliffs
f-ck-room full of bad b-tches, that’s 5-foot average
homestead, they ratchet
i f-ck ’em all til’ my b-lls fall
call renee, tell him i’m the real south dade savage, uh
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with my clique
drip, drip – i got your girl p-ssy wet, call that a catfish
eating chicken strips, so good when i got that ketchup
and to them n-ggas saying catch up, i’m next up
living lavish: i’m stacking that cabbage
i got more karats on my neck than caesar salad’s and average
i mean i’m king in this b-tch, i just need a palace
and some hoes to go down like velma looking for her gl-sses
caviar and champagne, dream with ya campaign
presidential suite like we won the d-mn thing
for ya wishes, tryna by sh-t off my ex’s wish list
just so she can see me give it to my next b-tch
and that’s the best sh-t
and we flex cause we the best dressed in here
get high off the papers and i fly like planes
ain’t a d-mn thing changed except the motherf-cking name – achilles

(chorus)

(bridge)
to rendezvous with my crew, you gotta roll a few
to rendezvous with the crew, you gotta roll a few (x4)

- e r k the red lyrics

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