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faraway & lasiurus - bollin' and rollin' lyrics

[intro]
– hey boy, now it’s time for sleepy-bye. you’re gonna go to school in the morning
– but what about a fairy tale? my favorite one. please!
– alright, but only this one
– yeah!
– ok, listen. far far away two knights decided to go to foreign land
the land of ugly rhymesters terrorizing the queen and her citizens. she asked the two knights to restore justice. and the knights came to battle field saying:

[verse i: faraway]
these days i feel f-ggots overgrow my sight like a stack of pimples
saying i show no respect
like i always stickle
like i had to see well
but i see dead people
i see dead people
savvy? i’ve got first-rate vision
i burst great elisions
so you gotta check yourself
before you just wreck yourself
or you got a lack of common sense
common brains
come and try!
come and slap!
come and hit in me in the face
or go and cry in your flat!
cry a fat river
or just pick up your courage instead
come and say
what you wish
try with raps
try a gat
try a knife, cat
try anything!
and show me no dread!
no, you can’t, you’re scared
so why should i show you respect?
i’m like a king on my balcony
you think you’re my enemy?
you know where i’m staying in
so come to visit me, say a thing
the truth is that you won’t say sh-t
even not in the game sh-t
i’m done, las, let me sing the chorus
then you will spray sheep

[hook x2]
when i’ll have the mess done with
i’ll be balling and rolling
when i’ll have the verse run out
i’ll be balling and rolling
when all you prats gone
i’ll be balling and rolling
till each of my lungs falls
i’ll be balling and rolling

[verse ii: lasiurus]
i gotta be balling and rolling
when i will cope with the brawl and
what’s better: scoffing and j-ping?
i think it’s raping and galling
i got my nape in the cowl and
that means roll over your b-tt!
b-tch, it’s a wildness that
(you think)
i’m the wireless set you can plug in
and it’s the rubicon crossed
you’re like a rubicund toast
or fruity pies in it
a doughnut with some lubricant torrone
you’re still a rudiment
that means you’re quite a rookie to roast
see you anon, you dish gravy
cause it’s still none of your sauce!
i got my hands on your voodoo doll
my text is a needle
and you don’t catch on just who you droll
i’m nemesis-ridden
i’m fit to limitless rhythm
i got a pump on each lung
and if a rapper wants to win
he’s gotta get some to his pant
if he’s got a cluttering scent
i gotta c-m to his head
at every pore till he’s dead
it would be rum if he fled
but it’s like a gun for him
if i got a rhyme in this pad!
you won’t renounce that i’m nuts
if i shoot your guts out, you tend
that i ain’t sh-t, you saw a lightning
caught a thunder and bent
it’s like the mic and me
guys cannot add some to this “gad!”
today has come to its end
and you won’t live it again through
and i don’t believe you’ll run to those extremes that we ran to, so when i…

[interlude]
– and the two knights routed their enemies. and the ugly rhymesters were placed into prison. faraway and lasiurus became kings of that land
– oh, that’s cool. so they sat on the throne?
– yeah, boy. of course, they did
– and they married that queen, right?
– no, they k!lled that b-tch ‘cause she was useless

[verse iii: las]
far far away
there was a duet that hollow ways
minueting bars and slaying the dudes
when they lard and spray!
they’re hard to chase
so make sure that your runaway ain’t a duress
they’ll m-ssacre you and mure you underway!
b-tch, it’s monopoly!
it’s panned and it’s poppling!
sh-t, and i ain’t ‘bout no lack of breath
it’s hip-hop, you nit!
the l is for larky
and the f is for foppery!
faraway, f-ck you sit?!
just tell what the f-ck you think!

[verse iii: faraway]
alright!
you hope i’m treating the hole right
the game is on fire cause i’m spitting it all night!
with my whole might
and, yeah, i’m playing the role like
rod steiger in
al capone
stay in the role, like, all life
this message is delivered to all dyk-s!
i’m interpol-like for you
cause it ain’t my mother-tongue quite language
sandwiching you right between bars i farce you
put you into my ice-box with some hoe’s eye
you’re in my savage garden
wanna go to the moon?!
well, i’ma send you on a rocket
but f-ck it! i never spoon!
that means you ain’t coming back!
and if you’re catching a swoon
i ain’t catching you!
you want some sh-t
i take off the bloom!
maybe, some b-tches get a shot
somebody’s giving it but
i am not
this game is all that i got
in my pocket full of soul
i’m cool as a christopher nolan’s plot
and i mock at other rappers
and i’m telling ‘em: suck it!

[interlude]
and this is the first message you get!
if you get dizzy on faraway!
this guy is on fire!
that’s why we give him sedatives after the mic session!
you hear me, boy?
you drank too much dang flash today!
somebody fricken handcuffed this guy?
we’re gonna have deep troubles, man…

[outro]
i got a ringer on call
and he’s gotta fall into sprayin’
a wink as good as a nod
and you all get shot

however you’ll be fingering over
you’re still enrolled into stayin’
at finger-tips
and we’ll get all your fingers cut

i got a ringer on call
and he’s gotta drop on you bombs
and you’re a bum if you don’t run
cause you better run

cause you don’t know the price you are payin’
if you will fight faraway and the lazy las
cause we sway the hip-hop (scepter, haha)

when i’ll have the mess done with
i’ll be balling and rolling
balling and rolling
balling and rolling
when all you prats gone
i’ll be balling and rolling
balling and rolling
balling and rolling

ahhh, where’s my snare?
and my hats and all other stuff?
i have no beat in my headphones…
guys… las… anyone…
oh, f-ck all y’all!
i’m getting outta here!

- faraway lasiurus lyrics

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